scrubbies, wool and other unrelated stuff

So here I am... Three hours later.
And I'm hungry. _{^{and still tired but that's not the point...}}

I never said I was going to bed. I only said I was tired. That was around midnight. I did say that I had planned to go to bed though because I was cranky during the evening and I had a headache at the beginning of the day. So I figured I could use the rest. Then why didn't I?
Well, I don't think there is an answer to that. At least I don't have one. If I did maybe I could use that data and code the facts into a solution and hence correct the error that is my brain.

I'm also sitting here wearing scrubs. You know, those things my friend and I were going to buy - and did buy - a while ago? Yes, those. Hospital clothes. No more, no less.
Yesterday I went insane and slept in the shirt/top/whatever-it-is-called. Yep. I need help. I sleep in scrubs.

I do have my regular pajama pants... But I'm sure that'll change once I shorten the scrub pants. I'm short you see... So they're too long for my legs.
Once that is done... I'm betting I'm gonna start using them too. Great... I'll be sleeping in a scrubs pajamas. 

Anyway... The pain is basically gone. From the operation on my neck that is. But I do still take medicine in the evening and mostly at mornings too. Drugs are nice.
Except... Seriously? No, they're not. Especially not... "real" drugs, so to speak. But medicine-drugs are nice when you're in pain.
Anyway again. Good night.

Tomorrow I'll update with something random and hopefully fun. Something that's gonna make you have to comment. Promise.
'Night!

/Scrubbie wearing Mark-aroni