4:20

[Drunk Monk]

Still catching up from that 23 hr run last Friday.  Been 6 days and I'm still out of whack, all for some dumb ass edm and crappy costumes.  Just not as spry as I used to be when it comes to sleep deprivation.  Nor as tolerant.  Nope, not at all.  

I could nap now, but if I did that, I'd probably pop awake at 4:20 am tomorrow morning.  It's such a vicious cycle.

Got a little writing done for work - a decent foothold on the cover story, as well as a tiny start on a feature piece.  I'm excited about both articles - it's fascinating research.  Might chip on it a little more if I can wake up again.

My mom was pretty quiet today.  She claims she stayed up all night last night reading.  She's been declining her pain meds, weaning herself off the opiods, which is very encouraging.

Nevertheless, I find myself dealing with a lot of anger - classic Kubler-Ross 5 stages of grief crap - everything and everyone is pissing me off.  I'm going to Kung Fu as much as possible to vent.  That has always been my best medicine.  Old friends keep hitting me up, texting, messaging and such.  Texted a bit with Sylvia.  She's having a really rough go.  Poor gal.  She and Dan built their dream house up in Alaska.  It sounded perfect.  And now what?