They Say it's the Nature of the Beast ...

I say we should take that beast's nature and cut off it's balls.

I'm trying today. I woke up this morning after who knows how many hours of sleeping all day yesterday and said, "EFF YOU BEAST!"

I want to fight this. I really do. I want to make all this anguish go away because I can feel my husband and my friends slipping through my fingers. No one wants to love someone who's cuddling with an evil beast. What's the point. The beast always wins. The beast has no consideration for what relationships go to hell. The beast is a bastard and can only be destroyed by strong strong weapons of ... well that's the point isn't it? No one has found a weapon strong enough to defeat that asshole now have they!

Still, I got up this morning. I answered my messages. Got the kids ready and to school on time. I'm still out of bed. 4 things more than what I got done yesterday. I might even finally take a shower today ... that's up in the air though. Still, I'd say it's progress.

But, unfortunately, the beast keeps calling my name and telling me to come back to bed and cuddle with it. The problem is ... I really like cuddling. And I really like my bed. The beast may be a bastard, but it's a seductive sexy little bastard who know just how to lure me in.

Sigh ...

Another day ...

Another Beast Victory ...