Last week was one of my busiest at work — our public policy forum and members’ meeting. This week I’m celebrating by… well, dragging myself home like a sad balloon because I am just so tired. Soooo tired. I rested all weekend and still the 15-minute walk home from the subway tonight was like scaling Everest. Sad trombones, people! I don’t even think I’m getting sick. I think I just …. need a new battery or something? I actually do need a new battery for my car, along with a new exhaust system, and they want like $750 for all of that. Who wants to spend $750 on car parts when I could be buying vintage Guerlain, or shoes?!? What a ripoff! Assuming I manage to get out of bed tomorrow I’m going to set a calendar reminder to be hugely resentful about that $750, followed by a later alarm to get over myself and go buy a new lipstick.
So what do you do when you just can’t? Take a hot bath? Read a good book? Go to bed until next week? Maybe I need comfort food. I’m gonna lie here and whimper until someone brings me pizza and cheesecake.