i just don't want to do anything. first off, it's been really hot here. today, at one point, it was 107. yuck.
secondly, i really thought i would be doing a lot of scrapping. not a bit. haven't even walked in the room, except to clean Elvis' box. woo-hoo.
third, i woke up this a.m. feeling like crud. sore throat. bit of a headcold. went out to breakfast with B...that didn't even help. napped a bit this afternoon. still feel tired.
but, and this is a REALLY GOOD THING, i haven't taken a vicaden in the last two days.
that is something to celebrate.
B goes to the doctor tomorrow - he'll take a look at B's finger & see how it's doing. he still complains about how his chest hurts. no pain with the finger, just the chest. thankfully he didn't crack any ribs on his death-defying stunt.
i'm bummed i've only got two more days off. i've never felt more exhausted.
i guess i need a vacation.