I'm sick. Not terribly sick, but it's the sinus and throat thing like so many other people have had lately, so I'm hoarse and cranky and I don't know what temperature I am from one moment to the next (can't tell whether that's fever or hormones ... or fever and hormones). Was off work yesterday because I felt so rotten and am off today as well, though I'm upright now, mainly because I need to drain my head. So, since I'm capable of staggering around, at least, and am not throwing up or anything , you'd think I could get some little things done around the house, like maybe emptying the dishwasher. But IDONWANNA. I could sort the vast piles of laundry that need doing, even if I don't have the strength to drag them downstairs, but IDONWANNA. I really should be pulling together that various pieces of paper I will need to take to the tax man before the end of the month, but IDONWANNA. I could clean something - in any given room in this place there is something that desperately needs cleaning but IDONWANNA. I feel like a three-year-old on the verge of a tantrum. I just feel like throwing myself around and wailing, for no reason that I can comprehend. Everything just feels like it is way too much for me to handle, even though "everything" is really nothing out of the ordinary. I might have to do what a three-year-old would do and go down for a nap. I just feel like I am capable of nothing in life and will break anything I touch.*

ETA: just after typing that I tripped on the rug.