January 19th, 2013
The sick as a dog thing?
THAT WENT ON FOR. E. VER.
I feel as though I have just emerged from a coma and am trying to reclaim my life. The house is a mess. No recycling has been done. My hair is a bird’s nest. I haven’t cooked, showered, written, or done anything beyond deal with Punksin’s swimming. I slept on the couch for 4 nights, watching awful movies alternating with really well-done but completely fucking depressing movies (Melancholia – get it and see it but not if you are, like me, a depressive – it will send you straight into an awful funk).
Now…ugh…I am trying to reclaim my life and remember what the hell I do and who I am. The last week is like a blur of coughing, sneezing, aching, sleeping, TRYING to sleep, and just general yuckiness. After Punksin’s meet, everything went downhill fast. But I’m back.