This rain. It's gettin' to me. ENOUGH.

I do not get bored, but I sometimes get restless. Today, I am very restless. My back is killing me, which means I'd love to lay down but nothing is comfortable. I got up earlier than I would have liked, etc. And I'm just not in the mood for anything at all. It's too cold and rainy to fuss in the yard, I should be working, but I'm distracted by everything else that I'm not in the mood for, I've spent enough money lately on random stuff and I'm not itching to drain the entire account (ok, I might buy some gourd seeds soon, because I want to try to grow some gourds - no reason at all, just my daily OCD moment).

bleh.

A bath and a novel would be great, but now monkeybaby will be awake in less than 10 minutes, so I might get a shower if I'm lucky. I'd like to cook, but given that some of my discretionary spending lately has had to be on fat pants (all my jeans are uncomfortable) I think I'll lay low on that one. I'd love to go for a walk, but the DAMNED RAIN continues. whinge whinge.

My brain is just tired. Deeply tired.