I've spent two days getting nothing done. Or if I look at it optimistically, getting only the bare minimum done. Christmas boxes need to be put back in the garage, floors desperately need to be swept and vacuumed, the kids have eaten soup and sandwiches for dinner three nights running and there is a plethora of stuff strewn all over the kitchen and dining room I'm tired, cranky and can't get any sleep. It's like trying to live my life while encased in molasses and stoned.
This morning I realized my happy pills ran out three days ago and I forgot to refill the prescription.
I don't know whether to be horrified that I am such an idiot or relived that I'm not coming down with some sort of bizarro fatigue-inducing disease.
Off to the pharmacy now...
6 comments:
Are you sure you aren't still blond? ;)
God, what has been my excuse for laziness the last few days? I have plenty of happy pills but no motivation to do shit!
Glad you figured out it wasn't some bizarro disease!
Wow - can you figure out why nothings getting done around here, too, please?!
Damn. Is that what it is?
Oh, wait. I don't have a prescription for happy pills.
Damn again.
Heck! What do you call those pills? I gotta get me some.
I don't seem to have any readily available excuse and I'm having all the same symptoms.
Uh - Oh . . . do I need happy pills.
Shoot!
I couldn't go without my happy pills. I'd get dizzy and nauseated.
Well until I drank some tequilla.
ha ha ha1
No!!!!!!! Please, do not run out of happy pills ever again!!!
When that happens at our house, I stay away for a week.
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