Funny thing....lately I cannot find my funny bone. Humorous writing usually comes naturally. But for a couple of weeks, I have not seen humor in much.
I think it is because I cannot shake this feeling of 'tired'. I don't mean, "I think I will go take a nap for a half hour" kind of tired. I mean, "I want to crawl into bed and hibernate under the covers". When I get up I am still tired. I go to work and by the time I'm done, I am truly done. So, I go home and vegetate for a couple of hours and then back to bed.
I know some of you will tell me that I need to exercise. Those of you thinking that are evil sadistic bastard children of venereal diseased hamsters.
Okay, I know there is a slim possibility that exercise might help. I'm sure that the chances of that being true are somewhere around the same as small alien pancake shaped amphibians are inhabiting my brain. I don't care how much research backs up your theory. Sleep is the order of the day!
Am I perhaps engaging in a reverse psychology type of approach on myself? Maybe. Maybe if I start thinking about it, I might slowly move over to more activity. Yeah right...and maybe the small land based Aunt Jemima shaped aliens will move into my brain and I can have a big breakfast buffet featuring frontal lobe 'braffles' (brain + waffle).
I will try to get on the treadmill when I get home. Maybe exercise will help me remember to do more creative things...like post to the blog that only 2 people read. *waves to Tam*