Sleepy tiger in sleepy clothes

Hubby is working today (Saturday), and I've decided to happily ignore the world, stay in my sleepy clothes all day long, and just chill. If I feel up to it, I may build up just enough energy to drag my lazy behind off the sofa to go light some candles and soak in the bathtub. But it sure as hell ain't looking promising for the bed to be made, the house to get clean, the laundry to get done, the groceries to get shopped, or the dinner to get made.

I'm giving myself a break, not committing to anything, and just focusing on relaxing, for a change. Lupron and Gonal-F has me feeling like a sleepy tiger, exhausted, but ready to pounce at the slightest annoyance. It's best for me, my bloodpressure, and the world at large for me not to be in circulation, as I might just accidentally rip someone's head off.

The following song, aptly called "Sleepy Tigers" from "Her Space Holiday" makes me so happy:

Oh I love you so very much so much in fact I'm gonna switch it up
I'm gonna take this room that I built for fun
And burn down the walls in front of everyone
So they see, you and me
Dancing in our sleepy clothes
With two big smiles and a bowl of hope!
That we'll drink down like ginger tea
The heat will help us forget everything
That you and I, that you and I have seen

And if Ive learned anything at all
In this short life of mine (it's this)
If you hear that joy has come to town
Track it down, take a picture and tape it to your eyes