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And not at all happy about it, either.

I started trying to sleep about 22:00... got up at 23:30 and read a while. Went back to bed. Got up. Started the dryer going so that I could wear dry underwear to work. Went to bed. Got up. Went out to the shop and smoked a cigar and listened to some jazz on KANU.

And here I am. 05:30 will come awfully early, if I hurry I can get three hours of sleep in at least.

Lots of sleeping troubles lately... mostly worried, of course, about Karen. She doesn't seem to be improving any, her cought (that cough, she says) isn't getting better. And the bad taste in her mouth is getting worse and she seldom enjoys eating. I'm making her drink Ensure, which she grudgingly does.

The only way I can sleep is if I have a coupla-three drinks... and Karen doesn't like that, and neither do I. And the sleep that I get when I do that is not ideal, but it's better than nights like tonight.

A mind is a terrible thing.

As I mentioned yesterday, we're selling some furniture, and Karen had two upholstered side chairs in her computer room. I got one of them out and noticed some cat shit behind it. That would be Lucky, otherwise known as TCID, The Cat I Despise.

I started to pull the other chair out, and the floor is covered with cat shit. No wonder Karen always wanted her window open!

I came real close to wretching... and I didn't get the chair out of the room, either... just opened the window and closed the door. I think that I'll give it another try here in a few minutes, hell, I'm not doing anything else, and my stomach is empty now.

I hate that cat, and I wish that I wouldn't have told her to get it back from the pound, dammit. I know that's harsh, but facts is facts. If I thought that there was a chance of litter-training her I would try it again....

And yeah, I liked yesterday's haiku, thought I'd leave it there unless I come up with one that I like better. Not every day is a good haiku day, after all. And since I can't have bad hair days, well, this is what you get.

Eh, I got the chair out of the room without getting sick. Tomorrow I will work on getting the cat shit cleaned up.

I will write some more later if I survive the day.

16:26...
I more or less survived the day; had to go home about 13:30 'cause I just couldn't think any more, and I was negatively affecting the people around me... they actually thought that I was talking lucidly, heh.

Fortunately, I was in the scan room today, so that was pretty good at keeping me awake and mostly alert.

But I did hit the wall at 13:30... it kinda makes one feel good when one knows that there is no more to give, and that one can just go to sleep, at least metaphorically.... well, after one negotiates ones' way home....

I have, right now, three tasks in sight:

Finish this entry and upload it;
Wash my socks, and maybe a shirt or two;
Put them in the dryer and dry them;
Fix my pill boxes for the week;
Clean my C-PAP unit;
Go to sleep. For twelve hours. At least.
Take out the trash.

Well, yeah, I did say three, and I meant three when I said it. But facts are facts, and right now it's six... but I gotta take the trash out too. so I'll add that.

And you know what? T'hell with the list. I'm going to sleep in the most direst way possible... except for the taking out of the trash part, of course.

And well, dammit, I need to sort the pills, 'cause I need to take some before I go to bed.