Lately Kittywampus has been mostly quizzes, LOLcats, and me me me. Today follows in that vein, though minus the felinity, with a quiz I took (via Blue Gal):
I obviously need to up my latte intake.
Actually, I have resumed drinking coffee again without any apparent ill effect. (I’d dropped down to homeopathic amounts of Diet Pepsi, hoping that reducing caffeine would help tame my tremor.) My hands aren’t any shakier for it, and my brain is definitely less jello-like.
I still lack the energy for writing much of substance, although I’m stewing in thoughts about octuplets and reproductive rights and kinky sex and feminism and the authority of experience. (I wasn’t planning to roll all of that into a single post … but hmmm, it might be entertaining. Kinky octuplets, anyone?)
I rode my bike to work today, which I’m afraid overtaxed my limits. I taught my class, wobbled home, and spent the rest of the day on the couch, gobsmacked with fatigue. Last time I felt anything like this, I had altitude sickness after a long hike in Yosemite.
At moments like these, I sort of get why people migrate out of the reality-based community. Where’s Ernest Angley when I need him? (Click on that link at your own peril.)
As always, I’m curious to see how you came out on the quiz.