So that was a night

I got tired early last night and crashed by about 11, apparently doing a really poor job of closing the rat cage. About an hour later, I woke to the distinctive sound of a rodent trying to eat my bed. Midnight rat chase ended up scaring rat seriously, and I now have several really exciting holes in my hand (not really bleeding anymore, mostly just sore, etc, but the mess was impressive.) Eventually I got everything cleaned up and went back to sleep.

At 4:30 am, my girlfriend butt-dialed me. Twice.

Typing is an adventure today, but at least it's possible. Drawing is probably right out, unless I'm like Yuko from Johnny Wander and suddenly develop Secret Left Hand Powers.

The Dilemma

About once every three or four weeks I have an anxiety spike, which tends to disrupt sleep and make me tremendously unmotivated. Coffee helps, plus it improves my mood. But caffeine is bad for the crazy, so it turns into a question of "crazy now or crazy later?"

Otherwise I am eating whatever the heck I want today.