So bored, lonesome, depressed, down-hearted, etc., today. I know it's a passing phase, but it still stinks. Cabin fever is getting to me, and I am at the point where I just want to sleep for lack of anything better to do. I would shop, but, being unemployed, that isn't a good idea. I would take another bath, but my skin is already like parchment, so no dice there.
Sure, I have work to do, and cleaning to do, etc, but nothing enjoyable to do, and nothing to do out of the house.
OK. Thus endeth the whining.
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