Someone shoot me, please. No really, I will pay you. I have money. (Not a lot but some.) If you go ahead and shoot me, I’ll give it to you. All of it.
Because it’s not just that I’m sick, I’m also freakin hungry, no not hungry, ravenous. It’s as if all the sugar in the entire damn house is gonna suddenly make the bubble that my head resides in burst, and bring clarity to my sorry ass… but that doesn’t happen.
Instead I feel bloated and miserable.
This morning I thought it might be a good idea to try and walk a bit. Sometimes activity is good for you and it usually keeps me from eating out of boredom, but I still feel like shit and after only two miles I was spent.
Before I began to get caught up on work I decided to make a healthy breakfast. I almost did too.
WTF, it’s Wednesday and I’m just over in a sick sugar stupor..