Have decided to drink obscene amounts of water this morning, since the Gods have blessed me with industrial-sized bags under my eyes. Nice.
Hubby kept kicking me last night. He's like a sodding donkey. I got into the office this morning, and at least 4 people asked me if I was "feeling okay". I told the first 3, "yes", and the fourth that I had spent the night with Captain Buckaroo and, if they didn't want to receive an equally brutal kicking, they best get out of my way.
Well, I said that in my head. I am so much cooler in there anyway.
I fear it is one of those days.