Naps make me cranky. I hate naps.

Usually I'm pretty great at entertaining myself. This particular Tuesday evening finds me so bored I actually dozed off around 5:45 until The Mister called at 6:20. Naps always make me feel worse than before. As far as I'm concerned, naps suck.
Have you ever felt so stagnant nothing sounds interesting?
I've got a tinge of a headache, am a little depressed about the day's events (thoughts of my friends, remembering Katrina, etc.), and top that off with crazy hormonal tendencies pushing me towards "I'm a big fat blob of human". *
It's one of those twice a year urges where I actually might like to watch television and my most appealing option is 'Celebrity Duets'.
How 'bout, "No."?
I think I'm on the brink of a bender. Momma wants her medicine.

*Telling me to "Go do some yoga or take a walk" will get you a size 5 foot squarely in your ass. I'm hormonal. Leave me to cry about my big fat ass in peace. Let me wallow in my irrational thoughts of enormity.