Man, do I have issues today

I hit "funk" before I even made it to the kitchen this morning. Seeing as the kitchen is the room next to my bedroom, this is not a good sign. The "funk" is lingering.

Did my putzing around. Got brekkie. Ate brekkie went back to my bedroom to figure out the clothes thing. And I whimpered as I saw my bed. All the fluffy pillows and the cuddly duvet...I literally whimpered. The small cry did tear from my throat and my forehead did furrow. I had to run away.

It's not that I'm tired, because I'm not, but it looked so damn inviting. I can still hear the pillow's crying for me...

However, I cannot indulge. And I have more important considerations at hand. I don't suppose going to work in the Winnie-the-Pooh pj's with a blue (and white snowflakes) artic-fleece robe would be acceptable, would it? I'd wear my cute slippers too...

Owie

So, despite my lazy attitude this morning, I did successfully get dressed and drag my pathetic ass to work. Where, The Crown Prince proceded to insist I was a freak. Given on how I have evidence that he's dwelling in a closet (sexuality), he really should back off.

Really. Freak indeed. At least I can type. What's his excuse?

Had session with Shawn at 5:30pm. For the record: I hurt. I really hurt. As D said, when I was leaving the gym: "Shawn, man! You broke her." Ya-huh. He did. He's bringing in his own damn toys now to torture me on. This one, a unique form of stability ball. My right leg was shaking like a leaf in a slight breeze before twenty minutes were up. It was pathetic. And, damn me, but my sense of balance is "Fantastic" or so he says.

*grumble* I'm gonna go have a hot shower, a hot toddy and a deep snuggle in bed tonight. Especially since tomorrow night I'm doing a Spinning class. I just hope I survive to the weekend.

In other news, I've been indulging too much. My energy levels are decreasing and I've got to get my ass in gear. (D at the gym tried to knock me off the stability ball at one time. Pushed my ass with his elbow. Said "OW!" Was good.) So, for the balance of the month: no chocolate, no caffine, carbs only at either lunch or breakfast.

Right. Food diary here I come.

Nifty...

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Low
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
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The scary thing... I think "Moderate" is an understatement.