Bark. Woof. Bark.

Day 21 begins. I’m at the customer’s site. No one else is here yet. I think this is the first time I’ve ever been the first one into the office. Yay for drugs.

(For those of you who haven’t been following, my psychiatric nurse, who I’ve been seeing for a bit under a month, hath prescribed me a sleeping pill, Lunestra, which allows me to correct for when my clock slips against the sun. This has been a bit of a relevation in my life because historically, there have been times of every month in which I’m unable to wake up before 1p, then 2p, then 3p, etc. When I was younger, I just had to stay up until 4a and sleep until 1p or so because that’s the only cycle that my body would hold at all. Now, with the help of a little coffee on the hard days, I seem to be able to hold any cycle I want. I’m not even sure what to do with this yet, but it does make waking up at 10a a whole lot easier.

2 Responses to “Bark. Woof. Bark.”

  1. bakeme Says:

    there’s something to be said for starting one’s day in the morning.

  2. sheer_panic Says:

    There’s a *whole lot* to be said for having the option.

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