L7 may have been amusingly bad musicians in a lot of ways, but I still gotta love them. ;)
Predating spoon theory (not to mention more complex, and helpful to me, versions), and if anything more useful to me for years. (You mean there might be very good reasons that "I get scared when the telephone rings"?! *shakes head*) I just reach that point much more easily than most people seem to.
I don't think the viral exhaustion is better today, but I'm less freaked out and depressed by it. So it seems a little more manageable, in the old “suffering equals pain multiplied by resistance” way.
Just a little while ago, I managed to finish getting dressed and head across the street for some food. (They may have been truly crappy to work for, and I may have been avoiding that store since I got injured and quit, but sometimes it's really, really nice to have an Iceland within 300 yards. Pride be damned.) With any luck, I'll have the energy left to bung the frozen fish in the oven and open the bag of salad. :)
ETA: The fish still wasn't in the oven when Ingvar got home, so he very reasonably (and kindly) suggested it's Kebab Night again. (Well, GF kebab with chips instead of pita for me.) I may have some of the bagged salad on the side to pretend I'm getting enough vegetable matter.