A friend linked this on facebook, and I fully intend to draw my own version when I have the energy to:
I keep thinking over and over how I must be feeling better, then doing something and crashing. Today my poison of choice was deciding to wash my hair. I’m making strenuous efforts to maintain personal hygiene, and actually taking a bath usually makes my muscles feel better – just apparently, not that much better. Right now, even my carefuly-propped-up-self typing on my carefully-propped-up-laptop is extremely tiring. But I am pretty sick of lying in the dark trying to concentrate on not concentrating, so I’m alternating brain pain with finger pain. I might try one of these voice-recognition programs; I’ll need to practice my American accent, of course.
I don’t think I’ve needed these verses more in my whole life.