You know, the sort of thing one does of a Tuesday.
Not in a stellar mood. But then, I haven’t been of late. Yesterday was beastly hot and I spent most of my day not being able to continue anything I needed to do aside from finish the first book in boring Irene Radford’s stupid Dragon Nimbus.
I started writing this blog post hours ago. I am more depressed now than when I started it, and I really need to just either delete it or post it.
My body hurts, I otherwise physically feel incredibly crappy, and if there is another way to feel that is better than freaking wretched, then I don’t know what it is.
Because yes, ‘wretched’ is quite possibly the best I have felt since 9 o’clock this morning.