Last night’s inability to sleep was not due to pain, unlike the last episode of sleepless in Valhalla. Yea! It was, at first, because I could NOT put down Upgrade by Blake Crouch. Yup, I finished it and highly recommend. I’m absolutely looking forward to the movie. While the science, in parts, went way over my head, the story (and storytelling) was mega awesome. I’ll, for once, refrain from leaking any spoilers. (See?! I do SO have the ability to self-edit.)
After reaching the riveting climax and wonderful epilogue, I just could NOT drift off to Lullaby Land. I blame the day—Monday. I don't like Mondays. Who does?
Also, I fault the fact that I’m, all too often, a giant, fluorescent slug. No exercise meant that I was not sufficiently worn out. WHY no workout yesterday? It was fucking Monday—cut me some damn slack. OKAY!?
Today’s a new day. I’ll get to the gym. I’ll finish my tax prep-work (REALLY!). I’ll, again, attempt to find out whether the MGH dental surgery department will fit me and my broken teeth in so I can get on with the brain surgery. (Damn, that sounds hyperbolically fantastical. That’s my barely believable reality though) And I expect I’ll eat some ice cream because, goddamnit, I deserve some motherfucking coconutmilk cookie dough ice cream!
On that note, here. Have some funnies.
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