I used to be compulsive about keeping track of when I slept and how many hours.
Now I don't care. I sleep some. I don't sleep.
I'm up. I have no idea what time I went to bed.

Today I have a huge meeting to go to at work, then more stuff for the memorial service, and then a dentist visit . . . the dentist told me she needs an hour to do what she is going to do. I am taking my klonopin before she starts.

Regarding grieving my work friend:
I am moving toward strong anger -- not just at him but at everything. I'm not used to anger. I will ride the anger train and see where it takes me. I might be different at the end of this.
I'm still crying -- anger mixed with tears.

M.