let be

Anxiety accompanied by lack of sleep has fucked my health right up the ass. I slept for thirteen hours today, although I have a feeling if I hadn't I'd be ill right now.

The only thing that need be said for this entry to sum up recent events is this passage from Hamlet:

Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special
providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now,
'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be
now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the
readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he
leaves, what is't to leave betimes? Let be.

And the fact that I am hoping -- no, praying -- for a fucking miracle.