Days alive: 12,192
Hours slept: not enough
I am awake again. We went to bed a little after 9pm. And for the third night in a row, here I am awake. Aware. Staring at the damned ceiling wishing I was asleep.
Insomnia Interlude 6
Tag: Wednesday
Pleasantries, Perspective, Pain Meds, and PBJ
Days Alive: 12,185
Word Count For NaNoWriMo: 15,515
Words Left to Write For NaNoWriMo: 34,485
Laps Around the Campus Building Today: 7
Times I Said “Pleased to meet you!”: 27
Slices of Supreme Pizza Eaten: 2
Episodes of Bake Off Watched: 2
Hot Cocoa Kisses Eaten: 4
The third day of my new adventure was lovely! I got the official tour of the facility. Met so many people… whose names I have nearly all immediately forgotten. Ah well. Miriam tried her best.
I wish I could offer some cheerful tripe about how my awesome night of sleep made for an amazing morning, a cheerful day at work, an easy day, and restful evening. But all I can say is that work was good, and I am in vision darkening levels of pain.
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Intrusive Thoughts this Evening
Days alive: 12,171
Days till NaNoWriMo: 7 and counting!
Meals forgotten: 1
Meals provided by a friend: 1
Cats currently perched on my bum: 1 (Ariadne, the personal space invader extraordinaire!)
Time I plan to leave for work tomorrow: 6am
I am really struggling this evening.
Sunrise and Samhain
Days Alive: 12,164
Ebooks check out from the library: 6
Lipsticks tried: 3
Halloween costumes completed: 1
Jumpsuits owner now: 3
Story elements plotted: many!
Yesterday was fantastically productive. J and I met up after work for a touch of thrifting and some story plotting.
Insomnia Interlude 2
Days alive: 12,149.5
Hours awake: 45 and change.
I was hoping to sleep well tonight. Not so, I guess. New med still screwing with my sleep schedule. Maybe I’ll get some rest tomorrow night.
It was a chill, restful evening after a stomach churning levels of stressful day at work. I’m hoping things will get better soon. I keep wildly vacillating between braking into tears and being so bloody manic/upbeat/cheerful I want to strangle myself just to save everyone else from it.
In other news, I found this gorgeous feather outside of work today. 
I don’t know diddly squat about birds, so I haven’t the foggiest what it could belong to other than “bird”.
Anyway. I’m going to try to sleep at least a little. Or just stare at the inside of my eyelids until my alarm goes off.
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