A Down Day

Today was…different. I woke up kind of groggy, and with dry air blowing into my nostrils because my CPAP had run out of water even though I had filled it as always the night before. My workday was fine but calm and kind of low-energy (or as low-energy as my lomaira allows me to get). Toward the end of the shift, I was tired and bored and realized I could take a break before leaving since my schedule showed a last break even though I only worked 6 hours, so that’s what I did. I had a break for the last 15 minutes of my shift and then left.

I went to the gym, and it was crowded. I managed to do two of my weight training exercises but then everything I needed for anything else was in use and I was annoyed. I got the elliptical instead but after 20 minutes I just said ‘fuck this shit’ and I left! I didn’t finish my workout, I didn’t finish my elliptical program, I just left. I went home and sat on the couch.

Reed was kind enough to go to the store since we were out of caffeine-free 0-calorie beverages and I wanted some pistachios and something for dinner. He brought me a frozen pizza, baked it for me, and I ate the shit out of that thing. I think there’s just too much going on and my brain doesn’t want to deal with anything or I’m getting sick or both. I’m glad it’s time for bed.