Recovering blahness

Eventually, life will not suck quite so much.

It's difficult to return to everyday life, though, when life keeps hitting you with more sick. Plus today's adventure in the Ice Queen's Palace (better known as my parking lot). It's not fun when your car doors are literally frozen shut, I tell you.

I'm exhausted by life, too exhausted to engage in anything creative. My local crafts store is having a sale on yarn today, and for a moment I contemplated stopping by, before realising that I don't really have anything I'd like to make right now. Even the kitty hat's fallen by the wayside.

My reading's stalled too. All the TV I watch has been limited to Good Eats and Boston Legal as activities to vegitate with Doyle. Somehow, most of my normal escapes from everyday life just seem too... escapist.

I sound like I'm wallowing in self-pity. I'm actually not. I'm just LJing while my sinuses are stuffed and making me too drowsy. And if I take the sinus pills I have, they'll knock me out anyway. Rock and a hard place, I guess.

Maybe this weekend will perk me up.