No, I Don’t Want To Party.

There is, apparently, a plague going around.

I don’t know the name of it. I just know that I want to go lie down for a very long, ultra-extended period of time rather than do all those other tasks I’m supposed to do – like make dinner and drive a kid to Cubs tonight and prod everyone into doing homework and check that homework and, well, yeah. That STUFF.

If this were the Sims, my energy would be so close to the bottom line that I’d be weeping in a corner.