Okay...another night of no sleep.
I am very, VERY cranky.
And I'm currently sitting at my desk with a cup of tea because my throat is sore and the thought of coffee makes me want to vomit - even though coffee is like the elixir of morning survival for me.
And tomorrow I'm having my breast MRI and being crammed in a noisy stupid tunnel with blue dye being leaked into my system through an IV for the entire time.
And Paul's away, leaving this morning for Virginia.
BUT, unless I'm thwarted by Jakob, I should at least be guaranteed a good night's sleep...and many boxes of Cheesits upon Paul's return.
From the 6th floor
17 hours ago