Dangerously crabby

I think it's been creeping up on me the past few days, and I finally hit the wall yesterday.

I am feeling really crummy. And no, it is NOT PMS. I don't know what it is really. Suddenly everything just seems drab and dreary. Plans to go to the gym have been scuppered because I just cannot imagine myself bouncing around for 50 minutes pretending to be a thai boxer. Low on motivation, low on morale, low on energy. Low. Low. Low

So. No gym, instead I decided play fag hag for the evening, and called up a gay friend for some company. Dinner, shopping, and coffee.

Thank goodness for homosekshuls.