I'm sick.

The past couple of days, I have been more tired than I have ever been before*. More tired than anyone in the history of the universe.

I have a summer cold. And everyone knows, a summer cold is the lamest possible type of cold. Luckily, Victoria has been rainy and grey for the past few days so I'm not missing too much.

But still, I imagine all the things I could do. all the tidying I might have the energy to do, all the little house projects I had planned for my days off. But all I can do is sleep, and it sucks. The poor dog is going crazy.

Yes, please. Lace and flora via FFFFOUND!

I'd gladly stay in bed all day if my space looked like this. It wouldn't be sleeping the day away, it would be more like sunbathing or Catnapping, both of which are much more graceful than just sleeping.

*I beleive this every time I get sick. It's funny, my main symptom of sickness is usually exhaustion rather than various other forms of misery. I'd much rather hack up a lung at a functional level of energy than become exhausted from tiny little things like showering**.
**true story.