I woke up this morning with a bad case of the Mondays that just never seemed to go away. And it was my own fault because I pretty much went to bed last night thinking I was going to be miserable this morning. And I am nothing if not predictable – as in, if I think something is going to be a certain way it’s safe to say that regardless of the outcome, I will have convinced myself that yes, this is exactly the way I predicted it to be.
So this morning – huge sucky case of the Mondays. Commence ass kicking. Whatever.
It was partly the fact that I slept off and on in various parts of my house (bedroom, living room, guest room – pretty much every place I could lay on I’m like oh, I could use a nap) until close to 1pm yesterday. I had taken Bendryl the night before, late the night before, and I had gotten up too earlier for it to wear off. I was also fighting a really bad case of PMS, which basically means that the day OF I have absolutely NO ENERGY. I feel as if my body is just drained of anything and it is NOT FUN!
