When I tell you I’m tired? I mean I’m tired. Well…maybe not tired. More like TAHD. I’ve been feeling extremely lazy lately and I can’t put my finger on the cause. I’m trying my hardest to climb out of this funk I’m in, but all I want to do is sleep…and facebook stalk random people on my friends list (I don’t need to mention that I don’t ever not have enough time for facebook, do I? If I need to, then ummm, yeah forget what I just said.). Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I’m tired. All the time. And all the time…you know the rest. Tabernacle.
Have you ever felt this way? Is this depression? Am I a hypochondriac who wants to believe it’s depression? Something is definitely up. Perhaps that’s why I haven’t been as devoted as I really want to be to this blog. I don’t know what it is, but I’ve gotta get a handle on it before I’m sliding around my house with a half-matted fro and fleece socks on…in a mumu. That’s all I got for now.
<insert your encouraging remarks here>