The past few days, I have been crazytown bananapants with a side of extra irritability. I couldn't figure out why until The Husband asked if I had been eating enough.

Derp.

Nope, I haven't been. For whatever reason, as of late I have had zero interest in cooking... especially in making food when it is just myself. (and unless I am in the mood to just eat yogurt and carrots all day, all my food requires cooking.) I wonder if that's connected to feeling like death warmed over. We have been on a crazy schedule, and I don't think I have been getting nearly enough sleep. Plus, there's lots of crap I am stressing over (am I ever not stressed?).

Thankfully, I only have about half a year of classes left, and that will help eliminate some stress. The rest of it... I just need to figure out how to deal with it.

Maybe after three cups of coffee I'll have enough energy to make some food, then do some homework until I pass out. Or maybe take a nap. Or maybe screw it all, and watch Hulu for eight hours.