Mumbling from the grogginess

I went to bed sometime after 5 a.m. It's now just past 10 a.m. I've gotten five hours of sleep and lost $2 in the process. Go me.

Sometime between the last of the J&Cs and the first of the pina coladas, Matt and I bet each other who could stay up longer. Dude is as stubborn as I am. I'm lucky that I didn't put any money down on Tekken, because he beat me five games in a row. I didn't win even once. And I'm like good at Tekken, too.

It's nice having someone around the house during Paul's 14-hour work days to talk to and goof off with. We even went grocery shopping(!) twice(!!) which did set off the anxiety a little bit, but not nearly as bad as I thought it might. Here's the real question: Am I really feeling decent again? Or am I just having a few good days in a row after which I'll lose it and crash? I guess time will tell.

Paul's awake. I feel like the guy on the answering machine in "Your Most Valuable Possession." Which means that I should probably go before I wake up and forget what was on my mind.