I swear, I feel like I'm a hundred and ten years old. I'm only forty now. I need to clean up in here. And I haven't even started yet today because it's like, take a step, gotta rest, do a small thing, gotta sit awhile. Now I'm laying here waiting to get alittle energy so I can change the cat's box. It's horrible. I literally don't have the energy to get off this bed. My arms and legs hurt, too. The little old ladies in my apartment building have more energy than me. Any little thing I do, it's like gotta rest, gotta sit, gotta lay down awhile. And I want to do so many things and I can't. And I hate it when people don't understand that I really can't. The energy is not there. It is not in the cells. No energy and lots of pain, it's not a fun combo. And it's not fun to be staring at things you know you need to be doing and you can't do them. And I can't keep putting it all off for tomorrow because tomorrow turns into three months. And right now, I don't have three months to be putting this off. I just hate feeling like I'm a hundred and ten years old all the time.