13,227 Days Alive
I got at least six hours of sleep. Probably more like a full eight; but I’m still exhausted.
Work was frustrating. Someone died in my family tree over the weekend so I’m worried about that. And all I seem to want to do is sleep.
I’m still not done with Pap Tom’s Buffalo Plaid Blanket. Three rows left on the blanket and then the border.
I even made brownies after work. They came out shitty. I dunno. They just weren’t good. Made dinner, too, but that turned out all right.
Anyway, I’m a grump ass and am going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.