Pathetic? Yes, thank you.

Do you know what I did last night? I watched a 4-hour marathon of Law and Order: SVU and then fell asleep at midnight. This only after taking a two-hour nap in the middle of the day, when really, the most strenous thing I'd done up to that point had been grocery shopping.

I was a good girl this morning and went to the gym. I got my butt on the elliptical, because that doesn't hurt my ankle...and proceeded to die a slow death. What should have been a 35-minute workout turned into 25 minutes because at minute 15 I was about ready to call the paramedics on myself. WTF is up with that?

Now I'm sitting here on this rainy Sunday doing laundry and waiting for my brother and/or his girlfriend to call me about when they will be here for dinner tonight. I'm reading a fairly decent book, but because of my patheticness, I keep nodding off. You'd think I was narcoleptic or something.

Yes, I'm back to feeling sorry for myself. I assume this will pass in a few days when PMS just turns into what it always does. Let's hope.

But Foamy makes it all better.