Dressed and going to get my charger. Of course, now it's raining, so I may get the day off anyway.

So it's 11:30 and I'm not at work. I'm falling down a shame and self-loathing spiral. I don't know how to reconcile "3.5 hrs late to work" with "not a bad person." I've struggled all my life to get out of bed in the morning, and it's getting worse instead of better. I didn't get drunk yesterday, took a 2 hr nap, and was in bed by 10 pm, so it's not like I partied too hard on Mardi Gras

*hugs* Not a bad person. Chronic pain + anxiety is more than enough of a reason for finding it not just difficult, but near-impossible to get up in the mornings.

FWIW, I'm taking two months out of my PhD at the moment for various dull reasons, and I share some of your frustration and feelings of being a rubbish person. But you are not.

((((smonster)))) I wish I had the words.

Seska, you are most definitely not rubbish. I wish TCG and I could come visit you and your DW again. We had such a good time with you.

Aww, thanks, sj! We really enjoyed it too :) Come back anytime!

{{smonster}} I'm sorry. I do think that the cumulative effect of Mardi Gras does kick in, regardless of how much rest one might have had the night before.

Thanks for the support, everyone. I return the empathy in kind for my fellow sufferers. Seska,'you are so not rubbish.

I went and got my charger, and am outside my coworker's house waiting for her to get here so we can work in her basement. So at least I'll get a few hours today. I was all excited to get produce, because she lives near the market I like, but walked out without a single method of payment. Oh well.

Nora, how are you feeling today?

Yesterday/the last few weeks was pretty overwhelming, though awesome. That is true. I guess I'm just doing my own version of repenting my sins and such.

Good lord, I am just double posting all over.

My fever's down, and I got in to see the doctor, who prescribed me stuff for the upper respiratory thing I've got going.