Where is the weekend, please?!?

I'm tired. Does anybody else ever get like this? I don't mean tired, like ready for a nap. But weary. Worn. Can't think (makes for a fun day at work...not) and don't really want to, anyway. But it goes beyond that, actually. Among other things, I'm tired of the heat and the long days and hearing lawn mowers and weedeaters every time I try to enjoy outside, and I'm tired of the news always talking about presidential candidates and how Michael Vick should be healed in time for regular season. Really? Would it be so bad if he's not?

The dogs have it made. If they felt like this, what would they do? Lightning would probably crawl under the bed in the guest room and avoid us all. Thumper would hide in his crate until he thought he heard food. I tried hiding in my room. The dogs followed. And entertained me by dogfighting on my bed. Now I have to clean the dog hair off of it. Again. So much for escape. :/

Thanks for listening to my rant. I'm going to watch tv and hug a dog or two and try to shake off this foul mood. I hope there is something good to watch. Maybe Project Runway - I don't even mind if it's a repeat.