Hi, couch.

I am home from CVS and caught up on the couch. I should be in bed being that I have to be back at work at 9 in the morning, but I am not tired. I wish I could force myself to sleep, but I am horrible at that. Oh well, maybe I will be tired in an hour. I just need some sleep if I am going to make it through an 8 hour day tomorrow. Daytime is always so busy, I need to be alert and able to do things quickly (while still accurate).

I'm a little less worried about T's letter. Whatever is says, I don't care anymore. She called me today to see how things were going. It was strange. She asked if I was taking my medicine because by the looks of my letter it sounded like I was not. I was honest and said not on a regular basis because with my crazy schdule is it easy to forget since there isn't a set time I can take it every day. She said we will have to talk about that next session.

Well, I'd better at least go lay down, in case I can get myself to go to sleep. Night (or morning), couch.