What a crappy night. Little bit of sleep, long wake (2.5 hours or more), little more sleep. Feel like crap, my innards are churning, and I don’t want to do ANYthing. But there are things to do, and I can’t get better if I don’t at least try. My morning finger-stick was 124. A little high but not bad.

I didn’t feel like cooking at all last night, so I ordered 3 ground beef enchiladas from Iguana Joe’s. They were okay, but some of them came back up a few hours later when I took 2 aspirin before bed. Not a good thing. So I didn’t take any more aspirin and spent the night in some discomfort. I suspect a lot of it was because of the mid-day mess-up when I took my pre-lunch insulin, but then didn’t get the lunch I expected and tried to make up for with with a slapdash half a peanut butter sandwich.

I have no idea if they are going to fix the electrical stuff in the kitchen today. There’s a power strip and long cord keeping the refrigerator going, but the refrigerator is pulled out from its position against the wall. I hate this place, but it’s where I live (for now), and I know they’ll work on it soon.

Meanwhile, today is Friday the Thirteenth. I don’t put much stock in superstition so I don’t really gift a shit, but it’s interesting that others still fear the day, or at least face it with some trepidation. What do you think about it?