Utter Shit

I am so freaking tired.

I went to the doctor yesterday to make sure I am not dying.  I still have a bit of laryngitis, and now there is an ache under my ears that is only relieved when I place my really cold hands there.   She said I was not dying, prescribed no drugs and told me to go home and go to bed and drink lots of fluids.

So I did.  Minus the fluids – I opted for peanut butter toast.  I crawled into bed at 4 pm, asleep at 8.  At 630 when my alarm went off, I did get up – to shower, eat more toast and crawl back into bed, which is where I still find myself an hour and a half later.

My house is a freaking wreck – and I really can’t care.  Even with a house guest this weekend.  I have no energy to sweep up the cat food those little fuckers spread in a 4 foot radius around their bowl.  My mail has not been picked up in a week – the postman will be pissed and has no qualms about cramming things into the box until stuffed.  Laundry is half done, some in a pile on my bed waiting to be folded, more in the dryer, waiting for it’s trip upstairs.

I am too tired to deal with any of it.