Our own little sleep deprived FHC

Here we are 3:25 a.m. and FHC, the vile insomniac gala dinner whore is wide awake on a weekday: 10/12 is going to be another fun day. An overly negative interpretation of this situation would be that I need to get back on Buspar badly or I’ll snap at work one of these days. A more realistic analysis of it is that I could be insomniac in a homeless shelter and that drinking myself back to sleep is still an option. Let’s go downstairs to find some cheap wine and I'll try to sleep for two or three hours before heading to work.