Okay, so yesterday, I was sick and spent the whole day in bed. Which wasn't as bad as it sounds. Since I've been sort of run ragged lately and just laying in bed and pretending that nothing needed doing because I had no other choice wasn't completely sucky. There was even a Doctor Who mini-marathon.
But today I am depressed. I am depressed because I'm back at work, because I am coming to face the fact that no matter how hard I try, I am probably not going to make it back to school this fall, because I am so broke that I was glad of being stuck in bed this morning because now my gas may last me through the week. It's not been a stellar day is what I'm saying.
And after writing and rejecting three really depressing, everything's-going-to-crap-and-maybe-I-just-should-have-stayed-in-bed posts, I'm done. I refuse to wallow in my own misery anymore. I refuse to be a victim of my own downward spiral. I shall rise above. At least for a while.
Therefore, I must task you, gentle reader - make me laugh. Please. Otherwise, I may not make it out from underneath the covers tomorrow.