Anemic?

Am I anemic? I don't know. All I know is that I am a) abnormally and persistently tired, and b) utterly without energy to do even the simplest tasks, such as tidying my desk, without an copious amounts of willpower and coffee, which c) seems to be momentarily cured whenever I eat steak. I've also developed allergies to a few things, such as prawns and brazilian bath lotion, which may or may not be related.


Tomorrow I am going to the doctor, where I will hopefully find out what the shit is going on with my body. 


You may be wondering: 'What does all of this have to do with Caterpillar Equals "n"?' or, 'Where are all the pictures?'


Those two questions can be summed up quite simply with the following illustration:

At first glance, this appears to be a drawing of a bald cripple holding a large tampon with a boxing glove and screaming in distress. But it was supposed to be a picture of myself polishing a shoe. Earlier today I had what I considered a hilarious idea for a blog post, but when I opened up MSPaint to get started on it, this was all I could muster. I kid you not. 


I hope to return to the world of being able to do stuff properly soon. I'll let you all know how it goes.

Things I Am Really Fucking Good At #527

Refilling jars and variations thereupon (such as sugar bowls, salt cellars, &c) is not a task I relish for one reason only: almost invariably, it goes down like this.

At least 80% of whatever I am filling up a jar with ends up everywhere except where I want it to go.

However, today I refilled the coffee jar and most of it actually ended up inside the damn thing. Maybe there is hope for me yet.