Sick and Tired

On Saturday morning, something I had eaten told me that it didn't like the living conditions and broke its lease and moved out early.

Ahem.

Despite returning to the bathroom frequently, I painted the inside of my closet. In the afternoon, I showed Thing One how to take the school's bus to The Maul, even though I had to sit down frequently to rest. (Yes, we could've gone another weekend, but the coupon was about to expire.) On Sunday, I slept in. (It probably would've felt better if I hadn't woken up every hour during the night.) Then I put things back in my closet and polished my replacement bookcase so I could start loading it.

Oh, didn't I mention the replacement bookcase that came on Friday, or my discovery that I had no phone service? It would've made a lovely story, except I don't think I can concentrate long enough to write it. I'm still feeling tired, and I have a battle between gnawing hunger in my stomach and, "No! You don't want to eat that! You don't know what it'll do to you," in my brain. I'm also moving at about half speed. (I think it's forward, at least.) I'm going to tell Skippy that I'd like to hang around my office today, rather than roaming around campus, as I usually do.