In the worst ways possible.
And I do mean, worst ways possible.
The good news is, if that lasts after I go to bed (going there now, though I'm marking this as an entry for Tuesday rather than Monday), I'll have a situation desperate enough where I'll definitely be talking about it to people come time for tomorrow.
The bad news is, that means I've deteriorated in the course of two hours to be even worse off than I was before. And if you read my blog post for Monday, then you know exactly how bad that bad really is, and I'm telling you right now I'm even worse than that.
I'm scared of myself right now.
I really, really am.