Up at 5:30AM on Sunday morning with a stomach bug. Wasted the entire day sleeping or laying around feeling lousy. 

Maybe 4 hours of sleep last night, which was just long enough to have an excruciating dream about my ex. I just hope this Monday at work takes it easy on me or else I’ll be tempted to walk next door to the mental health hospital (Austin’s lone facility of that nature far as I know) and check myself in. Been just over 11 years since my last visit there. 

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