Last night I was tired from the running around all day, getting the two jabs, and partying it up at the cemetery. Came home, ate a comfort food pot pie, and called it an early night. I think I was zonked out by 10 pm.
Then, starting at 12:30 am, I began waking up almost every hour, thinking it must be almost morning... but except for one bathroom break at 2:30 am, I just rolled over (gingerly, very gingerly, on my two shot-up arms) and got right back to sleep. It was a good kind of exhaustion, and the sleep totaled about eight hours -- which is all too rare for me.
