I am so lazy today, I don't even want to make the decision about what font to use here in Bloggar, so I am letting the defaults take over.

My lack of decisiveness and motivation also led to not being able to figure out a healthy breakfast that I was willing to take the time to put together, so I had a pop tart and a glass of milk..... now THERE'S a good meal..... sigh.

I DO have a good excuse. But I just don't want to fill you in on the sordid details.

Suffice it to say, I feel crappy, and it's the Utertrolls fault.


That is what I have decided to call my fibroidinous friends in my formerly friendly and useful female organ.

Advil is NOT helping either. And I am afraid to take the Vicodin.

I await the call from the doctor, hoping she has had time to glance at my ultrasound photo spread.... ummm, shoot? errr... layout? Oh boy, I better stop now.

Results.

There. That's the clinical term. I knew there was one.

My usual distractions aren't working very well today, and while I was making the bed, almost decided to crawl back into it. I don't know about you, but I have a hard time sleeping at 10:00 in the morning okay? Talk to me at 2 in the afternoon, and we might be able to negotiate something. So basically, I am hanging on for dear life, until it becomes a decent hour for a bona fide nap.

I know. . . . I'm pathetic.

And I need a cookie.

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