Bleh

It appears that I've had one of those days. No, the other kind. No, not that one, the one over there.
My memory of the first half of the day is fragile and spotty. My flares have not gone away and have gotten worse to the point where I've reached that lovely "fuck it, I don't care" stage. I'm too tired to muster up real solid emotion, all I can to is nod and be verbally agreeable and repeat, "Yeah, life sucks."
Well, dinner was good. I made a Cornish game hen with not-butter (Smart Balance), garlic, and oregano. Adam steamed some vegetables and stirred them in the garlic herb butter sauce. We cut up a fresh pineapple for dessert. I also had a small piece of that blueberry cake with extra blueberries and dried goji berries.
I'm sure I'll be a little better by tomorrow. I have things to look forward to.