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I would appreciate a round of applause: I was finally able to sleep like a normal person last night. I woke up at around 0830 on February 15th, alive and un-flooded. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, I decided to get up. 

Not too long after that, my wife went to work. So I sat on the couch for a few hours, doing some writing for another thing. Good times.

At some point today, Andrew Pudzer withdrew himself from consideration to head the Labor Department. Evidently this withdrawl was caused by a number of allegations circulating in the media that he is an absolutely terrible person. There seems to be celebration among liberals, but ultimately whoever ends up leading the department will likely be just as hostile to unions. I was going to read more about this, but got bored and stopped. I moved on to some work that I had to do. 

By of 1420, I had written a few pages of deleteable nonsense. I realized that I had forgotten to take my Wellbutrin again today, and it is too late to take it now because it causes sleeplessness. 

I continued to monitor the upcoming weather. 

Here is the five day forecast for my area, as brought to you by weather.com. I imagine that God has gotten so sick of four years of prayers for rain that he has thrown up His hands and said “Here you go, motherfuckers!” I imagine that God’s voice sounds like Samuel L. Jackson’s. This is probably because I watched Pulp Fiction recently. 

The wife and I are still ready to bug out at any moment. Actually, we are slightly more ready that we had been before. I went ahead and picked up some “survival food” and stashed it in my vehicle. 

Because my computer, which I normally use to distract myself, is currently unplugged and on top of my refrigerator, I worked on a pencil drawing in an effort to distract myself from mounting anxiety.

I am not done with it. I am pretty sure I am going to give up and move on to something else. 

So I tried to do a charcoal drawing, but couldn’t focus and gave up on that also. What I am trying to do is figure out a way to put the ever-present guilt and anxiety onto paper. I can’t quite seem to get it right. 

I did some reading for one of my sociology classes. It wasn’t an effective use of my time; I feel too mentally fatigued to really understand academic concepts right now. 

I was too lazy to cook so I got fried chicken from the grocery store. Not the healthiest option, I know, but there is something comforting about simple fried chicken. 

I played a little fetch with Noodles. I am still trying to teach him to speak on command, but he seems unable to grasp the core concept. However, the constant car-rides I have had to take him on have helped bolster his confidence in the car. He still gets car-sick, but seems more willing to get into the vehicle now. 

I am going to try to go to sleep at like 2130 and not set an alarm. 

That is all. Not very exciting.