The number of things I do by myself in life, is staggering.
I’m mostly just happy I get to sleep in the next few days.
I fucking hate hospitals a
At least I know I get to sleep in Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. It’s like god fucking rained down some rest for me.
At for 4.15 am, no one in my complex is ever awake, but today someone is and they are being grossly loud.