So tired. Three hours of sleep. Could have been 4 if not for the birds that chirped outside my window. Suppose it could have been 6 if I were better at managing time. Heck, it could have been 8 if I didn’t need a midnight BBC (big bacon classic).
Behaved better today. My body saw fruit. And whole wheat. And only a smattering of Sour Nerds.
Legs began to spasm around St. Catharines on the drive home. Punched them repeatedly to keep hope alive. Made it home. Celebrated with a banana and the paying of bills. Now to bed. I love you all.