Monday, January 21, you see, has been officially declared the gloomiest day of the year.
This explains why I feel like crap. It doesn't explain what feels like a cracked rib (I'm 95% sure it's just muscle strain), but it explains almost everything else.
I think Friday was worse. But that's apparently because I'm such an unpleasant person I can't stand my own company.
Emily is emphatically NOT an unpleasant person. All kinds of hells no on that one.
My entire body is sore.
Timelies all!
I have today off, and am in my pajamas right now. Soon I will shower and dress, but I don't have much on my agenda other than watching tapes.
They are: the dank and gloomy weather; Christmas debt; a feeling of monotony after the Christmas cheer has faded; broken New Year's resolutions; low levels of motivation; and a desperate feeling that you need to take action to improve your drab existence.
Is that why it was hailing this morning? Hail!
I am at least partly dressed--but I'm in sweatpants and clogs for shlepping around the house. I planned to go running this morning, but it's raining so instead I had the last of these killer sweet rolls my friend Laura brought over yesterday. Now I have some writing and laundry to do.
Man, I love long weekends.
Oh, cinnamon buns. That's what I should do today. If I took the time to make cinnamon buns today, the happy would far outlast the work.
Sorry about the woes, Dana. But Gareth David-Lloyd sings!
I'm sorry, Dana.
I don't suppose it'd make you feel better to hear I'm writing fic? Five things for John Winchester. It's harder than I thought, for some reason.
But Gareth David-Lloyd sings!
Seriously. I cheered myself up all day Saturday with that thought. And with the pictures. And the videos.