That's my bathroom. And that's a stool. I had to drag it from the kitchen and sit in it while I did my hair and make up this morning. Seriously. After my shower, I was just too tired to stand up and get ready. I finally made it into work at the shameful hour of 9:45am.
After a few hours at the office, I went to my now weekly doctor's appointment...and nearly fell off the exam table trying to sit on it. Brian caught me as I stumbled down. I then proceeded to sweat my arse off as I sat there waiting for the doctor. I'm pretty sure I left a puddle of sweat behind on the paper covered exam table. Classy.
After the appointment, Brian took me to Chick-fil-A for lunch. It was delish. But not so delish that I didn't stop at Krispy Kreme on the way back to work. Because that's what you need after fast food for lunch.
It's now 1:42pm. I've been awake for approximately five and a half hours and all I want to do is go back to sleep.
Why am I telling you all this? I have no idea. Exhaustion? Stupidity? An attempt to put off work for a few more minutes?
Or, as Murray says, " 'Cause I'm keeping it real."
Hope you're all doing better than I am today! Although, come to think of it, I have donuts. (Yes, plural.) My day is looking up!
*10 points if you caught the reference to the greatest television show ever made.