Spring break is here, and the weather is decent out, and I feel like complete pigpoop. I have so much work to do, but I am SICK and weary and worn out. I've probably got the flu, but I don't have time to deal with it. Nor would anything I did be helpful. I guess I should be glad I don't have to take any days off work, huh? [grouchy muttering]
The kids are driving me crazy. They've done little except pick at each other and tattle on each other all day, and I don't have an ounce of energy to put a stop to it. I have been faithfully parked in front of my laptop when I'm not lying comatose in bed, so I really have been accomplishing work, but it would be so much easier if the kids would just get along.
Even though it was relatively mild out today, my body didn't know it. I was shivering, probably feverish, and used an electric space heater turned up full-blast near my feet. No, Rick, I did not have it plugged in to the same outlet as my laptop.
I'm aaaaaaaaalmost finished with my massive project, but there are still loose ends that I'm trying to make sure are tied up. It's a big ginormous project, bigger than I've ever been asked to do before, and it's eating my lunch with all the details. I was supposed to turn it in last week (the 15th) and here it is, still in my laptop and not sent. I was hoping for today, but am still combing through it and making sure it's to my satisfaction. A lot of it just isn't, not yet. They're paying me a tremendous amount of money, and I want to give them a commensurate product.
All that, and I'm sick. Of course I am. I always manage to be sick when something huge is sitting on top of my head like this.
I want my life back.
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