Oh dear. I'm sadly lacking the "umpf" I need to face the week. I am usually recharged and ready to go on Mondays, but not today. Nosirree. I barely dragged myself in the office, and I must look how I feel because people keep asking me, "Oh girl, what is wrong with you today? You're not drinking again, are you?"

No, I'm not. Actually, I never was a drinker, - well I mean, that kind of drinker- but I'm giving off some serious hangover vibes today. And not the cute ouchie kind of hangover that Bridget Jones has. I'm talking full blown, crankylikeafifteenyearoldboy-Ihatethelight-jackhammerinmybrain-don'tmakemecutyou kind of hangover. Which goes well with the seven month pregnant belly, lemme tell you. People are taking the long way around me, at least those with a healthy instinct for self preservation. But I've not lost all sense of humanity. I've at least begun to compile a mental list of people to apologize to later once I get my head on straight again.

Oh sheesh. I'm probably getting sick, aren't I? How dumb am I that that is just occurring to me?

*sniff*
I wanna go home.