Today is Useless Day, thanks to the joys of girlbody foo. My particular manifestation causes me to not feel all that icky, but if I actually put any pressure on myself to Get Things Done (tm) I will crumple into a little soggy ball.

I should be glad it's only for one or two days a month that I'm like this, but - grr. It's a limitation, and not one I want to accept, no matter how much easier I may make it on myself if I do.