Off to the Doctor's

I'm visiting the doctor and I'm not sure why. I have my suspicions [mental health plan] because it was my shrink who wanted it to happen.

It's happening in the morning, so I could plausibly do a coffee and bank run whilst I'm out and about with minimal impact on my energy levels. The only potential snag in this pln is that I had yet another 3AM consciousness episode, so I might yet be perpetuating the sleeplessness cycle.

Have no fear. I shall eventually get everything done.


Once again, I have the focus capabilities of a concussed whelk. I'm endeavouring to stay on the ball. I struggle with distraction. Seems it's winning today.