Cold, Tired, Achy-Breaky Too

A long day of feeling poorly in spite of more than eight hours sleep. Body bloat reaching maximum proportions, 230 pounds fully clothes with full pockets (keys, phones, wallet, five layers, heavy jackets, and more stuff). Considered not going into work, but eh. Yeah, I have a work eh-thick. Back here again to use the bathroom and change clothes. Fifty six, that is 56 degrees in this space. Showers here suck, being chilled all the time sucks, getting down about the living conditions sucks. Wishing somebody will come along to save me (or at least share, if not want to share space somewhere bigger, cleaner, safer, warmer, more comfortable, and homier) sucks. So stop, m'ok?

The place is amazingly clean (relatively, compared to it's usual state).

Layered up and off to softball now.

Narf :)