I got absolutely no mail yesterday. Very depressing. Although you know, it's the holidays and whatnot and it was Sunday. Still. I guess I'm still hung over from a no-present Christmas.
I feel unloved even though, rationally, I shouldn't.
Oh well, whoever said emotions were rational? Certainly, not I.
I did absolutely nothing of value yesterday. Today so far I have cleaned the bathroom. Done the dishes. Made the bed. And coughed up a lung all while doing it. Woop.
I need to take my car in to the shop, I think the starter or hopefully, just the battery is going out. It's getting harder and harder to start for some reason. I'm afraid to go anywhere because I might get stuck there. Sort of stinks.
Oh well, this is the first day I've been able to stand and walk, so I guess all isn't lost.
I wanted to go to the movies today but I'd be surprised if that happened. Damn. I had visions of Jason Isaacs as Captain Hook dancing in my dreams...
Oh well, all good things come to those who are sick and stuck at home, right?
Sigh.