You know those days you can have? You know the ones. The ones where you wake up feeling old and cranky. Looking in the mirror only confirms it; you're greying, wrinkling, sagging and flabby. And to make things even better, you have a raging headache that laughs at the Tylenol 1/Motrin combo you've chosen to attack it with.
That pretty much describes my week so far. I've been struck by a case of the blahs and while I know they'll pass, it's hard to be patient about it. Adding to that the fact that I've been dealing with said headache all day so far, have a "thing" (for lack of a better word) in my right eye that is irritating the CRAP out of it and also have some sort of lump/bruise on the bottom of my left foot and I'm a walking disaster! I've been completely uninspired to do anything, even knit - which indicates how dire this week has been. The weather isn't helping much either - one minute it's sunny, the next it's freezing and rainy. My asthma doesn't know what to do with itself except torment me, so I'm walking around like some sort of decaying, wheezy old woman.
I think I might just go to bed and start over tomorrow! Yeah, there's a plan!
Or drink heavily.