The Itis

Today I was afflicted by the dreaded itis. I had high hopes and plans for the afternoon, all squandered in one brief 85th birthday party for my grandma. A bacon cheeseburger was my undoing. The last half of it, really.

I planned on heading off to Good Will, of doing good in the world and maybe stopping to buy a shirt on the way back.

Instead I had a two-hour nap. And then another two hour nap.

And now I have lazed about, done a modicum of work still, but feel my day wasted. At 3 a.m., I have no hope but to consume an entire box of Buncha Crunch and hope desperately that the impending sugar high will bring on such a violent glucose crash that I collapse before day break and my circadian rhythms can realign.

Oh wait, it was Daylight Savings tonight. Balls.