I threw up this morning, which is definitely not normal for me. I literally can’t remember the last time I threw up.
I have no idea what prompted it. Whether it was coffee on a too empty stomach, smoking-related, or a statement about my current level of stress, it was just plain weird.
I am exhausted.
I’m mostly caught up at work. I left today at a reasonable time, though it was still later than I had intended. I stopped at the store on the way home so I have edible food in my house (I should have added expired half and half to the list above). Now I just need to get all the way caught up, vacuum my house, do about 3 loads of laundry, schedule a vet appointment for my dog (that is 3 weeks overdue), get an oil change, lose 10 pounds, quit smoking, etc. It just doesn’t end.
Oh, and I should probably at some point figure out a way to have fun and enjoy my life, at least a little.
I feel good. I was thinking as I was doing dishes earlier that just 3 days ago, I wasn’t sure I could do what I’ve now done.
The truth is–as silly and dumb as I feel saying it–I deserve a pat on the back. I deserve to feel good about what I’ve already accomplished.
Suddenly, and oddly, all I can think about is sex.