Cuz it’s Memorial Day, Tom wished he could’ve been here this morning, rather than helping David and Evie move. It’s best that he wasn’t here, cuz who would want to deal with what I went through this morning? One of us was enough.

After 4 hours of sleep (yes, the Melatonin’s really a bust and Robin’s really full of shit by saying not to worry about my schedule and other stuff), I awoke wheezing. It was the worst attack in quite a while which took an hour to fight off, even though I knew I wouldn’t need to go to the ER. In the end, I stopped breathing for a few minutes as my lungs were just sooo tired. Next thing I knew, I sprang up, coughed up a blob of shit and was fine. I was weak and exhausted, but I could breathe. Then I fell asleep for about 5 more hours.