Day two of this (or even day three, really - if we count the attack on December 4) and I am just sick with frustration at the lost time of this weekend. Getting NOTHING done. Just pasted lamely to my couch. I need a bath - but sinking that far down means getting UP again ... and up is very, very, very bad indeed, with the dizziness. Never mind that this was a mini vacation I'd hoped to enjoy with friends, and is instead a whole lot of lost productivity and physical misery.
This all also nixes the likelihood of my going out and having fun tomorrow night; proximity to quite this much lassitude and wooziness reduces the attraction of loud music, crowds, and certainly staying up late.
I just wish I could get cleaned up (myself *and* the house - which is ugh right now), dressed, and out for a simple run of errands. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I am sick and tired of *toast*. Blah.
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