I'm not sure why my body has decided to wake up three hours after I went to bed -- and to contemplate oozing blood from my nose -- but here we are. And of course it's too late now for pharmaceutical assistance, as that would leave me a zombified mess in four hours when I need to be awake for work. The options now are to contemplate the ceiling, read, watch television, or surf the web.
I guess it's obvious which I chose.
* Technically, I probably can't blame the cancer. But these days, it's a good excuse for most of the bad things that are happening to me, so I'm going to go with it.
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