Tomorrow I get to wake up at 6:45am to leave the house by 7:15am to make sure I am on time for an 8:45am appointment at the UCSF Hospital. I know that I am getting an ultrasound of my gall bladder, and then I am getting some other test, but my doctor's handwriting looks like black metal font so I have no fucking idea what it is or what it means. Kvelertak? Nachtmystium? Zzyxx? I guess I'll tell you about it when I'm done. I hope it doesn't involve needles. I am tired of that. Anyway, I'll have my ipod and a book. So yeah, I got that going for me.
This 6:45am wake up should be interesting seeing as how all this week, that's usually about the time Lexapro loses to Tylenol PM. I called Dr. Chen today to figure out how to break this fucking ridiculous cycle and start sleeping like a normal human. Armed with Benadryl and low key activities all day, I am not going to see Fishbone tonight and pacing around my grandparent's apartment trying not to think about tomorrow and all of the other bullshit that fell on me this week. It's really hard to keep your mind clear when in the interest of your health you are keeping it low key. So I keep doing laps, I ate a bagel, drank a soda, you get the idea. Not a whole lot going on here. Just the weather.
Only one week until I'm heading south. It can't come fast enough. I don't really know what else to say right now. I trying to fight stir crazy. If you want me, I'll be watching the same six shows on
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