On Friday I crashed early and ended up sleeping 11 hours. I was just really tired for some reason.

Then yesterday I couldn’t fall asleep to save my life. So after being up 19 hours, I took a lorazepam. Then it hit me… why not try warm milk next time I have trouble sleeping?

I’m just tired of being tired every other day or every few days if I’m lucky. I really have to make a point of getting all I can possibly get done on days I have enough energy to do so. It’s frustrating at times when I want to do things, but my body would rather not.

Today my mind and body agreed on a nice long 44-minute walk. I would have made it an hour if it weren’t for that damn left hip of mine acting up. I don’t get it. Bob’s 36 years older than me yet he walks two miles every morning without fail. I know it’s pointless to play the comparison game, but still… what’s causing it? Age? Am I becoming arthritic? Could it be tied to my thyroid? I enjoyed my nice, peaceful walk just the same. A little warm out there, but nice. Only one vehicle drove by.

Tammy said to ice the hip after working out.

My throat was good yesterday but worse when I got up. Tom said others at work are complaining of a sore throat that comes and goes. Ironically enough, it got better after my walk. I’m still getting sick of it. Sometimes I feel like I’m coming down with a cold or running a fever, but every time I check my temp, it’s fine.

Again I was ignored by Aly when this time “Meagan” tweeted to her instead of “Emma” (this is definitely it. I swear!), so yeah, she either knows it’s me or she simply doesn’t care to respond to strangers.

Gonna change the rats’ cage when Tom gets up. Cappy’s already been sent back to his old home.