Not one iota of sleep. Not one. The good news – pleurisy pain all gone. Still breathing thru sandpaper however. Sposed to go see bariatric surgeon and his psych this morning. Also have to take tax return back to accountant, fill a couple of scripts and empty the Fish Tank of Doom.
Oe i could sleep till 2pm, read a book, watch a movie and tell the world to fuck off till tomoz.
Tough choice.
