holy freight train
i feel like hell today. my back is killing me, i’m exhausted beyond all belief, my face is still itchy and raw (better than it was, but still pretty gross) and my guts are hurting.
i let my boss know i was going to kick it at home today. all i want to do is eat mochi and taco bell and watch battlestar galactica. i need to fold some laundry, but i think that’s about as much as i’ll be getting done today, as nothing else allows me to sit/lay on a hot pad.
i never felt this rundown in my previous pregnancy and haven’t felt like it this time either. i think the craziness of this weekend has caught up to me. 3am mornings no longer agree with me… i guess now i know that once i’m off stage, i need to sleep asap.