Yes, EL is kicking my head in and laughing while doing it. I could barely do my time at the gym this morning (thank the world that West Wing plays during my treadmill time). I am achy and tired, depressed and yuckky. Oh this sucks. I was wondering if I ought to mention my weight loss to super coordinator? Doesn't the dosage depend on your weight? I shall drop her a line.
It wasn't this bad during the mock cycle.
As I write my staff are trying to coordinate a 4 week travel schedule from hell. And I get to stay here. Evil laugh here. Nights in my own bed, with fat cat and slim. DH massaging my back when the EL attacks my muscles. My lovely deep bath. Oh yes. As much as I love going on the road, I much prefer staying home, especially right now. And since everyone is annoying the bejesus out of me and I am getting paranoid it's probably best I stay. Don't cha think?