My alarm goes off, and I eventually reach over and hit the snooze button.
I start talking to myself: “Come on, Jamie, get your life together. Get out of bed.”
And then I fall back to sleep and am late for work.
Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll be taking klonopin to fall asleep and erase, at least for a few hours, how I really fucked something up today.
Finally got up after my alarms (I set three) had been going off for nearly two hours.
My right elbow feels like someone tried to rip it from my body through the night.
I am a mess, which I guess isn’t much different from usual.
Another long week without much to show for it. Next week promises more of the same. It’s 7:30 and I could fall asleep for the night right now.
Minimal damage from the fire
Car was a (relatively) cheap fix, if an unplanned expense
It didn’t get above 70 today
That said, it was an exhausting day.
The small store in town only had expensive nicotine gum or cheap nicotine patches, so I bought the cheap patches, even though I only needed one.
Maybe that will teach me to actually put the damn thing on before leaving the house…
First they mention a curtain of sweet glaze, which I want to lie under, mouth open, until I drown.
Then they talk about the filling injector, which sounds dirty and I would probably allow to do dirty things to me in return for jelly doughnuts.
Work: more to be done