To me, you're strange and you're beautiful

I am drained.

Weeks and weeks of having nothing to do at work have screeched to a halt. Which is good, but I have gotten lazy. I'm tired and I'm not close to getting through the worst of it yet. Boo fucking hoo, right?

My roses (I got roses from my hubby, he's so great) are dying and I'm sad. Console me.