I hate being tired...

I was sick over the weekend -- felt unwell Friday morning, called into work, and spent the rest of the day alternating between sleeping and being disgustingly ill in the bathroom, and occasionally sleeping on the bathroom floor because it was cool and much more convienent that way. twistedchick was a godsend in that she helped me check on the cats I had agreed to feed for friends on an out-of-town trip, and walked me through the grocery on a juice-and-soft-food run. I was mostly recovered on Saturday but I was exhausted walking back from feeding the cats.

I was better on Sunday, but I still didn't feel 100% this morning, so I called in again.

I'm not at all hungry, is the problem. Over the course of this weekend I've consumer one empanada, a bottle of pomegranate blueberry juice (which had almost no useful vitamins, now that I look at the label), maybe a dozen cookies, three yogurts, and a third of a family-sized container of pudding. This is *not* good.

And I'm just... tired. Not sleepy, just with absolutely no motivation to do anything.

I've made mac & cheese to go with the chili I already have for lunch tomorrow (but I'm not interested in eating it at the moment...) and I'm going to bake a banana sour cream cake later.

Maybe I'll go to bed early tonight and things will be better in the morning.