The bane of work.
Urgh. Why am I so tired and hungry? Lately the only things I've wanted to do is eat and sleep. OK, sometimes I've been happy to goof off on the Internet or to read a book (if I could eat at the same time), but that hardly counts.
Every time I lie down I get that sick, guilty feeling because I know I have stuff I need to work on. But every time I get up my head feels all stuffed with wool and the only thing I can contemplate doing is going back to bed.
I did make myself work on the coat yesterday, and I will today too. I just wish I didn't feel so dead.