yawn.
the overwhelming need for today to be a friday will not be able to cope with the knowledge that it is only thursday.
i’m napping at my desk. my eyes are open and my fingers seem to be talking, but no one is really home. i’m set on autopilot. the light bulb has been dimmed. come back in 5 minutes.
i’ve complained for weeks now that i’m tired. but when does tired become a need for a visit to the doctor? i’m not exercised enough, i’m not eating well enough, i’m taking care well enough of myself to actually put some real worry behind all of this, but perhaps it’s time that i gave my legs and arms and heart and bit of a push. let my lungs breath a bit harder for more than a few minutes. make my cheeks flush. let the ice cream and fried goodness go, stop thinking about having a cigarette. have a bit of a clean up round the house.
the problem with this very good and healthful idea? it all just sounds like too much work and i’m just so tired. grumble.
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