Also apparently I can take some sort of knock-your-ass-out pill at 4 am and still get up, dress, take the dog out, feed her, and then take her out again at 9:30. Now I went right back to sleep and slept until 1 something - but still. I feel like it's an accomplishment of sorts. In my own tiny weird way.
This journal is feeling more and more "message in a bottle" all the time. But hey - exercises in futility are my thing. And I have rock band to keep me warm.