Jesse’s fucking motorcycle woke me up after 4 hours of sleep this morning, though I fell back asleep shortly afterward without an attack. I’m just destined not to be able to sleep anywhere in the daytime no matter where I live! And why is it that Tom can sleep through this kind of shit and more and I can’t? At least one of us can. Nonetheless, I told God, “Hey, you gave me this schedule problem, so why don’t you at least allow me to sleep whenever I’m scheduled to sleep?” But I think that’s part of the sleep curse itself. Not just to curse me out of keeping a schedule, but to curse me out of sleeping well, too. I only sleep well at night.

Tom says he’s surprised at how good my hair looks and how well it fits my face. I just like the comfort and ease it brings. Washing it was so easy and it dried so fast! Old habits do die hard, though. When I was getting dressed and I pulled my shirt over my head I automatically went to pull my hair out, but there was nothing to pull out!