I am fucken TIRED.
Like, so tired I can barely move. I am looking so forward to Saturday so that I don't have to go to work, it's not even funny. I am normally a night person, who rarely goes to bed before 11-12 at night. Lately, I can't even make it past 10.
On an plus note, I ate a cheeseburger yesterday. It tasted good, and then kind of went downhill from there, BUT THE POINT is that I WANTED a cheeseburger. Me not wanting cheeseburgers is a sure sign of a catastrophic incident that is unprecedented.
What I really want is coffee...but that is a "no-no". My brain keeps telling my body "mind over matter", like it's in control, and my body keeps giving my brain the finger and saying "The Price is Wrong, Bitch."
I have enjoyment from several things...peace and quiet, hot showers, evil plotting, sleeping, certain shows on tv. But even tv and movies don't let me fully escape. Every damn show I turn on has something to do with infidelity. I just never noticed it before.
It's just another day. Tomorrow, I've survived 3 weeks since the "bomb" was dropped. Thats 3 weeks longer than I thought I was going to survive at the time.