I'm pooped, even!
Did I mention that I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome? Well, I do. And while I am ecstatic that there are all these news reports about a genetic link that they've found that is tied to this illness, I'm also, well, really, too pooped to pop.
Here's how bad it is: I was too tired to take a shower yesterday. Okay, but I really, really need to take one today, right? Nope, I'm too exhausted to do that.
This is my usual bad weekend. It was the last Sunday in April of '95 that I woke up, finally--and couldn't move. So I'm grateful that it's not that bad, but it hasn't been quite this awful for some time. In addition to really, REALLY needing a shower (thank goodness, in cyberspace, no one can smell you), I've got a ton of work that I need to make some progress on. We won't even discuss all the things around the house that need doing. At this point, I'm just resigned to living like a Collyer brother.
Sigh.
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