Friday- Woke up at 3 am for NO REASON AT ALL. Fell back asleep 15ish minutes later. Got up at 5:45 am, left the house at 6:00, got to the hospital at 6:45. Worked on the unit until 7:15 pm. Drove home. Went out to get a movie. Stopped at McDonald's on the way home for a double cheeseburger, fries, side salad, and a chocolate milkshake. It. Was. Delicious. Slept for 12 solid hours.
Saturday- Spent the majority of the day staring into space. Went to an engagement party in the evening.
Today- Woke up early with a new determination to GET SOME SHIT DONE. Ran on the treadmill. Lifted weights. Vacuumed. Put clothes away. Made grocery list. Went out to visit with Flynne & Tyler. Had minor setback and drove through McDonald's for the second time in three days. But by god them's some good milkshakes.
