(1) It seems ominous that my Google Reader is sitting at 666 right now. This means two things (a) I am way behind on blogs atm and (b) clearly Google is the devil.
(2) I am only 5 1/2 weeks pregnant why do I look 12 weeks pregnant? I feel like a hippopotamus, damn bloating.
(3) I am so unproductive at work it's ridiculous. I'm about as useful as an ashtray on a motorcycle (or as my mother would say "as useful as a fart in a jar") I am constantly distracted, and feeling like passing out or feeling completely queasy 24/7
(4) It seems to follow suit that I am entirely unproductive at home too. My house looks (again in my mothers words "like a brothel") I maintain that I've seen some brothels that were cleaner than my house right now. Must. Get. Productive. Soon. Or I fear I may lose a child under all the clutter and mess...