Currently totally paralyzed by … something. SAD? Just plain depression? Whatever it is, it knocked me on my ass about a week ago. I’ve just been eating and sleeping and eating some more. I had one awesome night with my work friends, but that’s been the one bright spot. I can’t run. I can’t write. I can’t even go to the store. I’m practically comatose. Except when it comes to eating carbs. So many carbs. This box of Cheerios has been my bff for several days.
Anyway, move along. Nothing to see here. Except my fat ass and some Kleenex.
EDITED TO ADD: that my house has been spotless this whole time. Keeping up with Justin is no joke.