Dee's Birthday

I'm so fucking exhausted and crabby. Indy ate my favorite shoes yesterday and I have not slept all night in over a week. I've only gained 2 pounds but I'm convinced our scale is broken because I feel morbidly obese. I hate my job. HATE IT. I work so hard for nothing and I am stuck there. I feel like cartoon Eeyore with a little black cloud raining just over my head. If I could only get some sleep, I'm sure I could be more cheerful. It feels like I can actually feel my bones moving in my back and hips. What if I am NOT tough enough to do this?