emrys (& co)

has a kinda sad dream that just turns really weird at the end. wakes up. makes a stupid post. guzzles water. checks on my gcm (161 →). crawls back under blankets bc my room is Cold. snuggles a cylindrical horse. looks up how fast fluoxetine works because i took it a couple of hours before bed last night and kinda actually feel better…? oh two to six weeks. that’s definitely placebo. oh well i fuckin feel better dont i. that’s what matters here. back to sleep because it’s 5 am