I feel very bad and depressed and sick.
0 things running through my head except that every little kid on the planet is against me. Which is weird, for me.
I walked around for 5 minutes this morning looking for my pajama pants, which I happened to be wearing at the time.
I'm bummed that we won't get to see my Bekah tomorrow cuz we're all sick.
My baby J has an ear infection and he's at the doctor and I'm 99.9% sure he'll come home with the swine flu.
I can't write a darn thing. My brain is dead. Nothing going through.
I don't want to do anything. Weird. Cuz (I think) there's always SOMETHING I want to do. But I'm pretty sure I do not want to do ANYTHING right now.
I will never read through the Bible in 90 days again. Ever.
I'm not even sure how my day could be made to be any better. Usually I know, and like a phone call or a note or some chocolate would do it. But I don't particularly want to talk to anyone and I have some chocolate and I don't want to eat it.