Ugh. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m tired enough to feel the caffeine physically keeping me awake. It’s not a good feeling. I could really use some sunlight to wake me up, but of course, it’s fucking snowing and cloudy instead. I just want to go the hell home, watch Season 2 of Black Sails, and get some damn sleep, but oh no. I have to stay here and wrestle with stupid people for simple answers to questions and then go to my least favorite doctor to be reminded, once again, that I’m fat and listen to him, once again, recommend bariatric surgery because he can’t conceive of the idea that “chop up the fat person” is not actually a viable therapy method.