Happy with what I accomplished today at work; sad that there’s apparently more to come tomorrow. It’s chilly and dreary here, which makes me sad. And cold. And tired. And on the verge of a sore throat.
Seriously, I’m bundled up and considering turning on the fireplace. I am a miserable, sad ice cube.
I just want to cry. But it’s like I can’t even be bothered. I’m hoping for sleep not plagued by html code. I mean, I spent most of today editing the code, so it’s just lodged in my brain. I’ve got a crick in my neck from sleeping funny. I’m just a mess.
Bedtime is coming early tonight, and will be Ambien induced. I’d really like to feel and act like myself again. It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’d like the upswing to start any time now.
I’ve had a check since Saturday that I have yet to deposit. I’m going to have to do another round of grocery shopping before the weekend. It’d be nice if I tried to haul my ass to the gym. My car is really, really dirty.
But I’m having a really bad attack of lethargy and sad right now. So I don’t want to do much of anything. I’m getting by on the bare minimum these days.
Feeling better than the bare minimum would be nice.