I got a medium creme brulee latte while I was out running errands this evening after work. I think I just might puke it up.

I tried to muster up good thoughts about the leftover meatloaf from last night and just could not do it. So I stopped at Subway and got my usual sub: tuna with bacon on honey oat. Thankfully they hold up well in the fridge, cuz I'm positive that if I tried to eat anything right now I'd seriously hurl.

Also, I'm frakking exhausted. I'm fairly certain I'm pregnant.

oy.

(On a positive note though, I'll be spending as long as I can before I pass the hell out addressing Christmas card envelopes. I picked up the cards this afternoon, and now I'm just impatiently waiting for the santa hat stickers I had to order online to arrive. I REALLY hope I can get these suckers out this weekend.)