I know, I know, it's serious

It feels good to be off the pain killers and able to drive again. Well, not exactly good, not physically, but at least I know I'm not missing out on anything.

I don't know why I feel so exhausted. I did sleep, but my schedule is all messed up. Marc stayed at my house last night, after an evening with the nernies, and I kept getting up during the night to read in the other room, or go online, or sneak a plum from downstairs. Happy followed me wherever I went and sighed deeply whenever she had a chance to lie down.

Then in the morning I was finally asleep and Marc was awake, so he took her for a walk and made me tea. We went to Art's Diner for breakfast and then downtown to the V.A.G., so that I could finally use my gift certificate. I bought a little photography book about Yoshimoto Nara. About his studio, actually. I like books about cluttered rooms.

Marc took the bus to North Van from downtown, and I came home and held out for as long as I could before falling asleep again at five o'clock. I don't know how I'm ever going to get this sorted out.