I told you that I my doctor told me to take some extra iron to combat some anemia I was diagnosed with. So, like a good little girl, I've been taking my extra iron.
It's not working. I'm exhausted. All. The. Time. I'm choosing sleep over food. I'm sleeping through the Hallmark Channel's holiday movies. I haven't sassed my husband in like, 12 hours.
IT'S GETTING SERIOUS OVER HERE, PEOPLE.
I have all these supplies for Thanksgiving projects that I was supposed to be doing and posting about but they're just sitting in the bag, looking pitiful. If I don't get some energy soon, someone is going to have to chew my Thanksgiving turkey for me.
There is a good side to being in bed non-stop: I'm doing NaNoWriMo again this year and I'm really liking the story I'm writing. I should be able to finish my novel on time, so at least I can say that the month of November was spent writing the great American novel and not sleeping until I wake up and then sleeping some more.
And now, I need a nap. Thanks to all of you who were checking up on me, you guys are awesome-sauce.