My energy is completely sapped today. I just feel like a big, lumpy sack of potatoes. I don’t feel like myself lately. I’m out of sorts.
And I just kind of want to run away or lie on a beach somewhere, soak in the sun and sip margaritas with not one care in the world.
But alas, that day is not in the cards for me—at least not for a while anyway.
The theme I keep singing when anyone asks me what my time looks like these days is Rihanna’s WorkWorkWorkWorkWorkWork. I would just like to play hooky, but all I keep hearing in the back of my mind is Rupaul’s “You Betta Werk!” Ugh.
I’m going to bed and hopefully, I will feel refreshed in the morning.