I Need a Vacation

I made it through the week, but I am exhausted. I really need a break—not from exercise, but from from my job. It's really getting to me. I haven't taken any time off since Christmas. I feel like I'm going to collapse. But the weekend is here, finally. 

I'm eating chocolate this morning. I know. Shame on me. When I walk, I keep stumbling over my own feet because I can't lift my feet up enough because I am so dogged tired. Boo hoo.

I don't have a lot to say today. I wish I did. 

Here's a question for you: When advertisers and manufacturers want us to think that whatever it is that their selling is really cool, why do they think that telling us it's European will make it more desirable?