"Dexter" and faux chicken strips with Dijon

I've had this need to write something here all day.  But I seem to get stuck on the post title.  And there isn't really a theme.  this is more of a ramble.  More so than usual.

Right now it is about 8:15 on Sunday night.  I've spent a lot of time in bed today because I couldn't get even remotely comfy anywhere else.  I kept trying to fight it.  I'd lay down with In Style and then think I could get up a play with my dogs.  Ten minutes into that and I realized it was a no go, so I took a bath.  Then I tried to write for awhile sitting on an icepack.  Again, unsuccessful.  Three hours ago I finally decided to just get in bed and stay here until it was time to take my dogs for "last call" and then go to sleep.  It's been okay.  I finished disc two of season three of "Dexter".  I ate faux chicken strips and Dijon mustard.

Here's the perversity in my experience.  Sometimes I feel like not going anything at all.  Sometimes I'll watch TV all day and feel pretty good about it.  But when there are things I really want to do but find myself at an impasse, I get mad that I need to stay in bed and watch TV instead of doing them.  I really need to finish going through my credit report so I can finish up my divorce paperwork.  And I have a new (old) writing project that has been firing up my brain.

I've written before about that heart-racing reaction to pain.  I've been having that.  I finally took a Klonipin just to chill myself out and slow my racing heart.  So now I'm groggy and just watching the clock so I can take care of my dogs and then just call it a day.    Then I'll crawl back into bed, find something to watch on Instant Netflix or Hulu, and fall asleep distracted from what I really hoped my day would have been.

I've said it before and I'll say it again:

"Uncle!  Uncle already!!!"