felix and i curled up on the couch and slept until 6pm. then i did my chores. i'm still mad at doc, but it's fading. by the time he gets home, i won't be mad anymore. i kind of knew that was going to happen. i could easily go back to sleep. i was hung over from my night meds when i got up and i don't seem to have recovered. doc insists i took my meds twice last night, but he's wrong. when he thought he saw me go for the meds the first time, i was getting a pack of cigarettes from near there. again, he won't believe me and it comes down to me being a liar. i really hate him sometimes.
maybe i will still be mad when he gets home. for all the good it will do me.