Mondays come around far too quickly for my liking! Dragging myself out of bed seems to get harder every day, and when I'm this bad on a Monday, I can only imagine what Friday will be like. I'm stocking up on dynamite to pop under my bum, just in case.
I'm starting to get very frustrated with myself, as are people around me, I suspect. I helped my Mum unpack a large sideboard from the cardboard/polystyrene/cling-film prison it was encased in yesterday, and needed a rest on the sofa before I could even pick up the debris it left behind! It's a bit disheartening when you're physically exhausted after so little exertion, and your fingers randomly refuse to pick up small objects, so anything delicate goes straight on the floor. But life goes on.
Possibly the most annoying thing is that I look well. People say that a lot - 'oh, you look well!' - and you almost feel guilty for feeling like poo! I guess it's hard to understand how someone can look as fit as a flea and feel so rubbish, especially if they're smiling.
One thing I'm not hiding so well is the personal central heating I seem to have acquired of late! Seriously, this morning, the rest of the town appears to be in cardigans, jumpers, and coats; I'm in a thin, sleeveless dress over cropped leggings, and there are beads of sweat on my forehead. I don't know if this is me being peculiar, or a result of whatever it is that might be wrong with me, but I'm certainly not joking when I say I'm hot stuff!
Happy Monday, everyone - things can only get better at the weekend!