I think I’ve discussed my crispified eyeballs before, but the feeling is back and it’s not a good one. Things have been IN.SANE. this week and though I’ve been sleeping, I’m still exhausted.
I haven’t worked out once this week and I know that’s part of the problem. I feel like a big fat giant couch slug, oozing onto the couch and screaming “FEED ME!” Soon I’m going to weigh as much as a whale and have arteries stuffed as full as sweet Italian sausage.
Ew.
I have been a horrible blog friend this week. I’ve read ALL of your posts from my reader but somehow my clicker finger can’t find the will to actually travel to your blogs and make my adoration known. Please refer to the slug comment. It applies to my clicker finger as well. And all my typing fingers for that matter. In fact, typing this is immensely painful because my fingers are so swollen I can barely separate them.
Again, ew, and not actually a true statement.
I have found SO many new blogs to read thanks to my little tryst on Molly’s blog. I am SO excited for the weekend so I can lounge on the couch and surf through archives. I also need to find something interesting to write so I don’t scare any of my new lovers away. That’s right, I said lovers. You’re all my lovers. Don’t tell Matt.
Anyway, not much else going on here. I leave for Orlando on Monday for work and then I get to spend the weekend in New Orleans visiting the Great Tofutti (also known as my little sister, Meagan) and I would be jumping for joy if I could find the energy and will to jump and express joy. Just know the voices in my head are doing the Macarena. Awesome.