Hey dad, how has your day been?
I had a rough time fixing the table saw at work today and ended up with a bloody nose, and for some reason when my boss asked why I was bleeding, I said, “Oh, uhh, I’m okay. Probably just tired.”
So, that was embarrassing and I have to die now.
It’s like when you say, “Thanks! You, too!” when someone wishes you a happy birthday, only my brain is hardwired to say, “I’m tired,” even when being tired isn’t the problem.
This isn’t meant to be some fake-deep commentary about suffering in silence, by the way. I’m just letting you know that I’m the idiot prince of Nosebleed City.