It's just after 2:00 AM now, and I'm up for the day.
I believe I got enough sleep to keep me going today.
I was really, really, really nauseated again last night, so I found some phenergan... It belongs to my wife, but I figured wtf not?
I took it and it didn't make me feel sleepy, yet.
Wasn't until after watching The Mummy with my girls... According to the rating they're a bit young, but according to me, they're old enough to understand a lot more than expected.
I did fall sleep sometime prior to 8:00 PM last night and the girls woke me up asking me about something.
To which, I told them to go to bed and read if they wanted to.
I went to bed after taking my night meds, and slept real good until around 11:30 PM or so. Then I woke up feeling like I was fully manic, like I could take on the world and that I could connect points between points of lights like a gigantic electrical schematic, etc.
Finally, sometime after 1 AM, I was awake and thought I heard moment on the hardwood floors. I slid the revolver out of it's holster and I looked through the house before putting it back and going pee. Sounds again, this time I could hear them right above the bathroom, which means it was probably opossums on the roof or something like that. Too bad I live in the city, or else I could go out and shoot the bastards down.
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