This is me venting. Feel free to ignore.

After some decent days last week, am sliding back into being miserable and exhausted with a side order of headaches.

Need to talk to a doctor at some point about the most recent abnormal blood test results--do they help to explain my worsening health this year, or are they ... okay, three minutes spent trying to remember how I was going to finish this sentence is enough.

Poverty stinks. I think I'd be panicking blindly right at this moment if it weren't for the fact that I'm too worn out for adrenaline to have that kind of effect.

In the absence of something else to blame, I'll blame Pat Boone because his version of Metallica's "Enter Sandman" was running through my head when I woke up this morning.