I need to go to sleep. It’s 2 am and I have to wake up at 8am. I don’t think my pill has kicked in. I work 9-5 tomorrow. J is picking me to take me home. And then I’m off for two days. Next week, I’m off Saturday (part of the 2 days), Monday and Friday. Monday I go and see my PCP and see how he’ll say nothing helpful to me and he’ll do nothing and it’ll be a waste of money. Then Friday I go to the neurologist and hopefully he says I’m all fine and can drive again.
The house stinks. I want our next house to have tile everywhere. I am not dealing with cleaning carpets ever again. Hopefully the house will be able to have a kitchen that can be closed to keep Sylar out of it.
I am depressed over everything. Good night.