I am in a hideous place where even cheese is not always good, and that makes me sad. There is Alpenzeller in the fridge, and the meatpuppet says "You get rice and beige and that's it". Stupid broken meatpuppet.
But the tastebuds want the cheese, damnit.
And I feel you on the tired thing. Getting enough brain rest is darned difficult sometimes, not to mention dull.