Feh.

Not having a great night. Just not feeling all that well. I'm achy, I can't get comfortable, too hot, too cold, can't find a good position in bed or on the couch, I even feel like my hair is in the way. I am wanting things I don't have. Like a Milkshake. A Mr. Misty. Or a fruit parfait from McD's. Or a slurpee. I want all those things.

This weekend is going by slow and monotonous. Nothing is going on, we're not going anywhere. It's just...feh.