...zombie...

I feel like a zombie...a glassy eyed zombie. This business is getting me down, and I am sure that the crummy weather isn't helping any.

This past weekend, I had a super mini meltdown over my lack of energy and enthusiasm, which is kind of dumb, because a melt down requires energy. I was reminded that I have had a busy few weeks, and this zombie time is to be expected.

Today, out of sheer stubbornness (not to mention a phone call from the gym commenting that they haven't seen me since May 15) I snatched up my gym bag, and drove to the gym. Dumb move. The road to the gym is a long street, with a whack load of stop signs. When I'm glassy eyed, I don't tend to pay attention to street signs, or turn my head both ways to look for other cars.

Anyway, I arrived safely (and I think that everyone else that I left in my wake, also arrived to their destinations safely), only to find the gym closed! Part of me was thankful, because I didn't know what I was going to get out of it, if I had no energy to put in to it...but the other part of me was angry.

Anyway, their hours of operation isn't the point. The point is, I shouldn't drive down residential streets with eyes glazed over. I know enough not to drive down main streets with lots of cars...now I know that no level of driving is safe when I am in zombie mode.

So why am I sitting here...fighting an impending nap?

Emily