So, it’s Hump Day, but it does not bring joy to me today. ::le sigh:: Usually, it does. But not today.
First – I was supposed to have a day off from being available should the crew kids decide to maim themselves with a cordless drill or saw. (It could happen.) But – no. Life is not that kind. I am on, baby. ON. ::le sigh::
Second – I’ve found the world’s best diet. Nausea. Every time I think I want to eat, my belly says to me, “Go on. I could use some practice making you have that again. Go on. Eat that.” Guh. No thanks. Blergh. (Wow, I want to lose what’s left of dinner from last night just thinking about food. Ew.)
Third – my ribs hurt. Two days running. Guh. Evol.
Fourth – There will be no hump in my hump day. (This is a weekly lament, but since I was listing stuff . . . )
How’s YOUR Hump Day? Better than mine, I hope.
My hump day is… sad. I feel like shit. Nothing is wrong, I just feel really poopie. I just want to cry… for no reason. And I’m not even due to be PMSd right now. 🙁
*le sigh*, indeed.
No hump in the hump day? Now that IS bad. *pounces Aily and remedies!*
My hump day was a blur…ended up working well into the night. Honestly, I just want to crawl into a cave and sleep for a really, really time.