I’m really getting tired of waking up groggy. I’m thinking it’s the Advil. I can’t wait until my mouth isn’t hurting anymore, and I don’t have to take them again for a while. I crashed out pretty quick last night. Then I think I got up twice in the night. Or I only got up once but did multiple things.

Podrick, was a very good boy this morning, as far as I could tell. I didn’t feel Crystal sweeping the leg more than once. And once in the night I had to have a scavenger hunt for my masks. But they were found, and I fell back to sleep again.

Case in point, don’t get old. It fucking sucks ass.

Back to work this afternoon. It wasn’t too bad yesterday, so I guess I’ll go back this afternoon. But I’ll go kicking and screaming. With only one day off this week, I was working on a plan for Sunday, and when the hell am I going to be able to get my meds. I might have to get them delivered to me.

So my plan would be: grocery shopping, grab weed, subway, etc. then home for laundry. Possibly head to Shady Acres for dinner (we’ll have to see how mom is), brunch would have to be moved to Monday morning before work. But you see the pharmacy is closed on Sunday. So the only way to get my meds, without making an extra trip – which would be even longer (not just a pop in, pop out) due to road construction.

I’ll figure it out.

Hopefully.