So, it's right around 1.30 in the morning CST. Why in the name of fuzzy unicorns am I still up?
I've got my two hour road trip to handle in about nine hours--give or take. Not cool Murphy. You and Karma need to find someone else to bork with. I. Am. Not. Amused. Seriously.
Yeah, y'all heard right. Every Friday, yours truly takes a two hour (thankfully not three, 'cause I don't think I'd get THAT song outta my head.) round trip to pick my niece, Violet, up.
Don't ask why her father doesn't drive. It just irritates me.
Also, don't ask why Mommie Dearest of Violet doesn't meet us half-way. That, too irritates me.
And I come armed with pointy sticks and large amounts of string.
Anyway, we have no working central air. This is not fun for your intrepid typer. I suffer from migraines. I've had the bitches for...fifteen years now. Just about half my life. Heat and humidity are large triggers. So is stress.
So, yeah. That's probably why I ain't sleeping so well lately. Sadly, that's also a trigger. I can't win, can I? Well, I head over to St. Louis to the neuro clinic next week. I can yell at them to hopefully get the meds that will work. If not...well, look for news reports about a cranky woman strangling doctors with yarn.