All I can do it seems is sleep today. I went to one class, because I was too damn tired to go to the rest. I just woke up from a nap I started at 4 o' clock. I still don't feel rested. More...bleh. I think I actually might have come down with some slight illness. That means my notes to the teachers weren't lies, heh.
Whatever is amiss, it best get it's ass back in line soon, though. This isn't much fun at all.
I find that doing little nagging things always helps me feel better. Then, I can go on and do other things, because I feel good about doing the first one.
I just balanced my checking and bank books. I hate doing it, but now that it's done, I feel a little better. From there my mood, with any luck, will just go up.
I'm off to buy a soda. Nobody better molest me in the parking lot, yup yup yup yup. I look pretty god-awful, despite a lift in spirits. My pink jammies don't go with my blue robe, either, but fuck that shit. It's just a soda. Costs a dollar twenty-five now, and there's no Dr. Pepper. Oh, well, caffeine is good regardless.
Heh, I guess The Pixies help, too. Wish I'd thought of THAT earlier.