I thoroughly hate being tired all the time. Today I gave serious consideration to going to the doctor, or having a full blood workup completed to see what the hell is wrong with me.

To be honest, I think I’m just miserable without Mike. Four days without seeing him, knowing he’d probably just rather not see me either.

It stinks.

Work is overwhelming me. Two seminars in one week is just way the hell too much to do. By the time the people showed up for tonight’s, I just wanted to send them all home.

Lunch today was spent in bed. Literally. I was miserable, I was tired, everything felt wrong and hurtful. So I spent from noon to 3pm in bed. Basically.

Which completely stressed me out, once I could function normally again. Here I am, giving up my precious working time, because I can’t seem to pull my head out of my ass and live.

(It’s the damned depression again, isn’t it?)

Time will tell what’s going to happen. Right now, I just want it to be simpler.

Tired as hell,

michelle