Last night was tough. I was a bit heavy on the melatonin and way way too low on food. I got a little bit less then 4 hours of sleep. Then I was up for a lot of the night after midnight but I managed a bit more sleep around 2:30. But I was so anxious because I was hungry. I couldn't fix anything in the microwave though because my mom was sleeping in the living room. I ate an Oreo and a donut though. Finally I got back to sleep a bit more at 5 and I woke up at 6:15 and at 9 I went to Taco Bell and got a crap ton of food. And yeah, I for sure needed to eat. I feel so much better now. I had a cheesy roll up, a gordita crunch, a burrito supreme, and chips and cheese dip. Plus a medium fruit punch Gatorade. But actually eating something is what I needed to help me. I've barely eaten in days. My gallbladder seems ok from everything.

My nephews are still over. My sister and brother in law left early this morning and my sister just texted and hasn't heard from the plumber yet. She has her appointment in a bit so I'm not sure whats going on at the moment.

Update: As of now my nephews are still here. My sister made it to her appointment ok. The plumber is just getting to their house. No clue how long it will take. I still have more Taco Bell left for dinner. The other day someone supposedly leaked an episode of Seasme Street from the 70's that was pulled for being too scary. I had been following the story for years so I spent the afternoon watching the episode and reading the Reddit and lost media wiki comments.