Mind Over Mutter

I went to the grocery store this weekend-- twice, actually.

On the theory that I'd actually eat healthy food if it was convenient to do so, I bought real groceries-- juice, meat, cheese, bread, fruit, salad stuff.
So what did I have for dinner last night? Cheerios and a diet Sprite.

Cooking for myself has zero appeal. I'm exhausted, and nothing sounds good anyway.

I hate feeling cruddy. And that's what it is right now. I don't feel sick, I feel blech. I'm trying to be patient and wait for the meds to kick in so that I can get some rest and feel human again.

I got about 3 hours of sleep last night. I have to haul my dragging self into work soon. The challenge will be staying awake til 5. I feel like something that ought to be scraped off the bottom of my shoe. I may have to go off the reservation and hit Starbucks on the way just to get my heart started, or I'll be chugging diet Coke by 10 AM.