Everything I have tried to do today I haven’t been able to finish or some things even start. I hate days when I feel useless.

I haven’t even cooked anything today. That is a rare thing. I usually cook 2 meals a day. Breakfast is usually toast or oatmeal or cereal because I am so far away from being a morning person it is ridiculous. Which only means one thing. My son wakes up before 7 am ever single morning. Did I mention I’m not a  morning person?

I started a sewing project only to realize after I got my pieces cut and pinned that I didn’t have the color thread that I wanted to use. I had about 5000 spools of white and not a single off-white, tan, beige  or anything close could be found. I know it wouldn’t make that much difference if I used what I had and normally I would but this is for someone who is very picky. (even if she says she isn’t)

Which just reminds me that there are certain things that I buy over and over again. Some I buy because even though I know that I should have it I can’t freaking find it anywhere. Other things are things that I don’t think I have so I buy them and bring them home only to discover that I was in fact crazy and had several. Anyone else buy q-tips like the Apocalypse is upon them? Children’s Tylenol? Cheese? Just a few examples of things that I always buy thinking that I am out.

Now for a little TMI for some people. I use cloth menstrual pads. I had never even heard of such a thing until I saw some on crafster. About a year or so ago I finally made myself some and tried them out. Those first few were just my trial and error ones. The first ones were too narrow. Then the next ones weren’t quite long enough for me. I have finally worked out my pattern. So now I have “pretty” pads. Which is silly, but considering how miserable I am any little thing helps.

I know that it is crazy to feel like I need to apologize on my own damned blog but I really feel like such a whiny little bitch. Then I get pissed and think why shouldn’t I whine on my blog. I  have a right to bitch about gaining 10 pounds and swelling up like I’m 5 months pregnant and having a headache. Not to mention to mood swings because who needs to mention those when I am in full on Cybill (is that even the right word? Spell check didn’t like sybill so whatever) mode. Everyone probably expects me to starting levitating the bed and spinning my head all the way around.

Too bad I couldn’t just hybernate for a week. I’m sure everyone else would agree. I am not little miss rainbows and sunshine at my best. I’ll try to make my next post about something other than my misery. No guarantee. I might just get stoned on M*dol and say fuck it. I really mean stoned too. I am such a prude that the only medicine I ever take is a few M*dol a month so they knock me out. Pitiful.