I don’t know if I’m actually developing a cold so my body is just forcing me to bed or if another round of depression is on its way, but I’ve been spending lots of time in bed lately. And not in the fun way. (Well, last night between dreaming in HTML I did dream about Jessica Rabbit, does that count?)
I’ve been going through insane amounts of coffee at home, and still I feel tired all the time. Is it the boringness of my day job, the change in weather (oh my god it’s cooled down from ninety to seventy-five here in Texas, whatever will we do??!!), or just general dissatisfaction that keeps luring me to bed.
If I hadn’t played hooky from work less than a month ago I would be calling in sick today. Damnit. Why can’t my fucking body give me a sleep schedule a month in advance so I can work around it??
And this is so incredibly not the fun sexy post I imagined to kick off the Superblog with. I apologize, my beloveds. Haven’t been feeling sexy lately. More like pissy and I should be carrying a SHUT THE FUCK UP stick with me to work.