Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Short version: sixteen hours on hard, cold concrete, no chance to sleep, and no meds despite frequent promises, are a really, really bad combination for fibromyalgia. I can barely walk. Anything I'd had planned between now and Tuesday should be considered extremely iffy (but I'll take a hot shower, and my meds, and try to crash, and hope like mad to be up to being social tonight just in case it works).

Longer version ... may or may not get written down later; I haven't decided yet.