Over the last two nights, I have had, I don't know, five hours sleep? Six? Not enough. Headaches, odd noises, sunlight (eventually), backaches, worries and that what-if-I-eat-the-stairs state of mind you reach (well, I do. YMMV) after enough time without adequate sleep have all contributed to create a particularly abysmal amateur Hell.
Gotta go into work but I am giving serious thought to knocking off early and taking a nice narcotic pain reliever (for which I have a prescription) to turn things off long enough to try to get my supply of Zzzs back to normal.
This tired and yet I still don't want to vote for Donald or Bernie or Hillary. So much for that serendipitous experiment.
(Also, the spell-corrector in my Surface has got to go. The things it does to fix my typos are far worse than the typos themselves.)
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