I'm not sad, but uber stressed and the weekend JUST NEEDS TO START. I've been wanting to hide under my desk all day. The worst part is H agreed to go to a baseball game tonight. All I want to do is sit on the couch and drink wine.
I woke up feeling super tired and run down, and over the course of the day I've started feeling achy and chilly and I have no appetite. We were supposed to meet some friends at our city's night market this evening and had to cancel. Boo. Who gets this kind of thing in the summer? I guess I do.