I am so damn tired. I have no good reason to be, except that I'm feeling a little off and have a huge, infectious boil on my face, and I got a swine flu shot yesterday, but other than that, I'm just draggin'. And I have to make dinner in two and a half hours! Ugh! I got a coupon for a free hamburger today, and I have a can of chili in the cabinet, and some about-to-turn baby spinach, so maybe that's what's for dinner. You know, its weird: The last two things I've cooked (curry and shrimp fried rice) have just turned me right off. Rob ate them up and thought they were delicious, but the thought of eating the leftovers just turns my stomach. Do you think I'm going through take-out withdrawals? Do you think that my body is rebelling against home-cooked food? Remember I told you I got that burrito the other night? That didn't turn my stomach, just the stuff I'm cooking myself. Huh.
Hey, I have a bone to pick with you readers. I checked, and 47 people hit this blog yesterday, and NO ONE answered the question I posed in the last post! Wassamatta? Shy? I need answers, people!
I gotta go. I fell asleep during the President's speech yesterday and I want to watch the rest. Actually, I'm expecting to turn it on and fall asleep again, and that's just fine with me.