So. I insomnia strikes again. Yay for no meds and no insurance. Huzzah for bitchiness. Woo-hoo for frustration and self-pity.
And it's pretty sad that my meds say take 2 a day and I only take 1/4 of one at night--and I am still out.
Sometimes I just fucking hate being me.
And it's pretty sad that my meds say take 2 a day and I only take 1/4 of one at night--and I am still out.
Sometimes I just fucking hate being me.
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He's pretty respectful of the cats. Though they do let him eat first. He is wild but he's pretty tame. He'll listen to me and sit with me and eat out of my hand but thats about as far as we go. I don't try to touch him or anything. Though it's pretty tempting sometimes. he's so cute.
I'm pretty sure if I left my door open he would just come right in and sit at the desk with me.
that always happend...sometimes i have so fuckin stupid problems that i have to be me