Unwell. Unfun.

I sincerely hope it's just allergies. Maybe it's that the condo maintenance guys spent three hours mowing the lawn and weedwacking the shrubs outside my building today, stirring up whatever spores evilly hide in the airborne blades. Or, maybe it's just a typical Washingtonian Awful High Pollen Count Day. All I know is, I feel like crap.


Oy.



Vey.

Headache. Unhappy tummy. And, to top it off, my one knee keeps going out. I keep waiting to flop awkwardly to the floor. I had to pass on the treadmill at the gym today. I didn't want to be the first person there to go flying off the back of the machinery into the big glass window. (Very amusing on America's Funniest Home Tragedies, but not at 6 a.m. in the Lady Fitness gym. Ugh.)

On the upside, I did find a handful of jobs to apply for. Fingers, toes, and eyes crossed. If I don't get a job soon, I'm afraid I'm going to go berserk.


Fig. 1. Berserk.

And that just wouldn't be good.