I have been trying since Friday to convince myself the reason I feel so awful is allergies. It has become clear to me that I may have to admit...I'm sick.
Damnit. I barely got through any work yesterday or today, and there's still three days left. I am cranky, miserable, and would probably be clingy if I had the energy and someone to cling to.
I am going to hit the couch, read some "O"prah Magazine, and go to bed early. If my head doesn't explode.
PS: I'm looking at an apartment tomorrow. More to come.
