Sometimes the dragon wins...

My new day job is napping. I don't think I've been this tired in my entire life. Ok, that might be an exaggeration. I was this tired before my gallbladder surgery and I was this tired after the last surgery. I can't seem to get my groove back. It's like I'm locked in this perpetual cycle of getting a little better for half a second and then feeling like crap again. I'm certain that it has nothing to do with the pizza or Big Mac I ate yesterday (sarcasm intended). On the plus side, despite my bad food choices, I still stayed within my calorie budget as I did not have ranch dressing, soda, or french fries. 
My kitchen is a wreck. We were doing a really good job of staying on top of it, then I had this procedure and felt awful, and Ian got the flu and then shared it with me and we really just let it all go to hell again. It's amazing how quickly a kitchen can turn into a fire breathing dragon. I remember I once had a t-shirt with a picture of a dragon leaned up against a tree picking his teeth with a lance and there is armor strewn everywhere. It was captioned "Sometimes the dragon wins." Right now is one of those times. Maybe I should just dye my hair pink or something. People with pink hair can do anything right?