ugh

It would be great if I could just wipe this week off my calendar. It's been a disaster from the get-go. I have felt like total garbage all week, the tax man came carrying a chainsaw, I missed work and am still in a state of physical discomfort and mental stupor. Well, damn it, we must forge on anyway, regardless of what all the little purple people with psychedelic tu-tus dancing around me are saying. Shut up, you! Shut up!