Day Fortysix

I have a headache. It feels like I've slept too much but I didn't. I slept horribly. I think my room was too warm, or my bed was too rigid. Every morning when I'm draggged up against my own will the bed feels like a fluffy pink cloud. On the only morning I'm allowed to sleep in it feels like a shitty old bed.

Good news is I feel a lot less stressed. Bad news is I don't know why. Sleep deprivation? Cortisol? Cortisol gives you tummy fat, you know.

Remember Shaun? I've met him once, for no longer than ten minutes. It's been a few months, and I regret bitterly for letting him have my number because despite the fact that I've expressed high disinterest, he calls me this morning. I silent it. Then he sends me an awfully stupid SMS.

"My eyes are dry, I've got some Bion Tears, do you know what they are?"

Well, you'd find out from the USyd library home page, where you click "Electronic Databases", and then "Pharmacy", and then "MIMS Online", then log in and type in the search field "Bion Tears", and scroll down to "Use" or "Pharmacology".

Or you could like, read the label on the bottle.

Or if that doesn't work, feel free to message a stranger.