I'm sleeping well, for once. But I don't feel any better than when I was having trouble with isomnia. So I'm still not getting anything done. One minute I'm irritable, and the next second I'll turn into the most generous person imaginable.
This weather is getting on my nerves. I can relate all to well. Maybe it's time to take a vacation. Of course, the little brat will want to come along. And who could possibly call that a vacation...
I wonder how long this is going to last.
Then again, maybe I just have to take a shit.