Since all my bedding is in a bag, I am tempted to die if I swallow something other than water, and my apartment is just a pain to get around right now (they said get everything as far from the walls as possible so everything is in the middle and it’s like the size of an ER room and I have 5 bags of bedding, clothes, toiletries, and two bins of food and dishes and more toiletries so, yeah, not sleeping there) spent the night willingly at my moms.

It was a crappy night though. Before even 2am I woke up several times from 4 muscle spasms. After the last I’m just like, yeah, I’m gonna chug some Gatorade and a Klonopin and hope that helps.

I am loved here (by at least someone)