I have a horrendous case of the can’t be fuckededessess.
There is so much I want to do, and so much I need to do and so much I just can’t be fucked doing it.
A week or so ago I got a depression checklist thingamaboobie from the Pain Clinic that I needed to fill out along with a ‘colour in where it hurts’ picture which I basically just emptied the contents of my pen onto, but I was feeling all sunshine and rainbows with the checklist at the time and felt pretty damn smug about the whole sunny outlook on life I was sporting.
Fast forward to yesterday when I handed the fucker in and I have closed the curtains and turning the tv off every time I hear a car come up the street in case it is someone coming to take me away based in on my answers.
I am so can’t be fucked with anything right now OMG.
I dropped Boo and MPS off at their various activities – OMG BOO SO FUCKING ADORABLE is going to a St Patricks Day thingo at the pub and is wearing a green shirt, dug out some old shoes with green on them and DUSTED THEM and is also wearing green underpants to be sure to be sure – and then went and did my doctor mandated gentle exercise a couple of times a week wandering the aisles of Big W getting Easter Eggs for decorating Chez MB2 to hopefully brighten my thunderous mood.
And now I need a fucking nap. And some pain killers.
And a chocolate chip Hot Cross Bun on this adorable bunny plate that makes me want to cry.
Is it the most adorable thing you have ever seen? And the bunny too?
I need to make a dentist appointment but I am scared to do it cause last time I ended up with that weird arsed throat infection and in bed for two weeks and Boo thought I was going to die. I mentioned it to MPS this morning and he was all ‘did you? Oh, I don’t remember’ you would think he would remember me losing my voice for nearly 3 weeks… isn’t that most mens birthday wish?
Oh and I also need to call the exercise physiologist. And the doctor. OMG ALL THE CALLS. I hate that shit. How about I just lay here on the couch and do nothing and rest. That sounds mighty fine to me.
or maybe next week.
Or the week after. Or never. How bow dah?*
Sounds like a mighty fine idea to me.
*Well fuck me sideways I am now going to take to my bed for the week now that the ‘cash me ousside’ brat is going to be a millionaire. Yep, world, fuck you.