Oh, boy, I haven't blogged since Sunday. That's quite a bit of time off for me. I'd like to say that I'm doing spectacularly important things but instead, I'm fighting the demons of depression, pain and fatigue. For the third day in a row, I've woken up feeling like my body was pummeled all over with tiny little baseball bats. It's doing wonders for my mood as you can imagine.
To lighten things up, I've gotten hooked on the show, "30 Rock" which episode after episode manages to squeeze a laugh or two out of me. Tina Fey is definitely at the top of my list of people with whom I'd love to be trapped in an elevator. Hopefully, my body shapes up for tomorrow when I'll be slogging through all the work I should have been doing since Sunday.
"30 Rock" might not be the cure for fibromyalgia but it's getting me through this rainy day. (I'm trying not to think about how sad it is that a man just killed himself, his wife and his whole family over unemployment. I'm trying not to think about the fact that NY ran out of money to cover unemployment. I'm trying not to think about all the people out there who are currently unemployed, including myself.)
So this is what my hibernation looks like. It's also wearing a Lands End baby blue sleep shirt surrounded by magazines (Oprah, Self, Entertainment Weekly, Time) and the novel "Human Parts." What do you do when you need to get away from it all?
