It’s three thirty in the morning and I find myself employing that most effective of headache cures: Ibuprofen washed down with a caffeinated beverage. Shut up, naysayers. My sleep is almost fixed. I skipped sleeping on Sunday night. I scummed to dreary unconsciousness at somewhere around 4pm yesterday afternoon an slept fully dressed until about an hour ago. Great.
Two more days of this and I’ll be right as rain, back living human hours once again.