I saw this picture and it suited how I feel today just fucking perfectly.

Dragged down, wore out and mind numbingly tired.

I’ve actually been feeling that way since the whole Daylight Savings Time ends/fall back thingy.

It’s freaking dark at like…  noon.  *blink*

The days drag on endlessly.  Except from like eight til midnight.

It’s crazy.

Like, right now, it’s seven o’clock and I’m so fucking ready to go to bed.  But I know if I do, I’ll be up at like four in the morning, all wide awake and unable to get back to sleep.  So I force myself to stay up, figuring I’ll go to bed around nine…

And then all of a sudden it’s midnight or one and I’m still awake and I’m like….  wtf?  Why am I not sleeping?  What happened?

Gah.

And today, in general, has just been a whacked out day.  Not just for me.  Seems almost everyone is ready for it to be over.  To quote OnyxStSyr on Twitter, if today was a man, I’d punch it in the dick.

Seriously.

I woke up and it felt like a Monday.

Gah. Gah. Gah.

And now I’m whining about it here.  Nice of me, eh?

It’s just what you come here for, right?

*eyeroll*

On a happy note, my cervix and pussy in general seem to be healed.  Hence, I had sex for the first time in a week last night.  And it was mighty good.

In fact, it was so good, I think I’m going to go have a bath and try to coerce Taylor into doing it again.

That ought to make my day better, right?

Right.

Ciao!