zen and the art of nausea
I'm back on campus. Good thing.
I'm ridiculously tired. Bad thing.
Cuddle time with Tristan. EXCEEDINGLY good thing.
Late night pizza= stomach ache. I'm not as young as I used to be, and saying that scares me. I talked to my doctor a few days ago and told him that at this time last year, I was functioning comfortably on three and four hours a night, and that I suspected it was the meds I'm on that make me sleep more. He told me it's probably because I'm getting older.
At that moment, I felt every one of my twenty years, and then some. At any rate, sleep now.
I'm ridiculously tired. Bad thing.
Cuddle time with Tristan. EXCEEDINGLY good thing.
Late night pizza= stomach ache. I'm not as young as I used to be, and saying that scares me. I talked to my doctor a few days ago and told him that at this time last year, I was functioning comfortably on three and four hours a night, and that I suspected it was the meds I'm on that make me sleep more. He told me it's probably because I'm getting older.
At that moment, I felt every one of my twenty years, and then some. At any rate, sleep now.