The Shattered Prayer

R the P can breathe now. Three cheers for that, even if I did get pissy with him earlier (”how DARE that breathing bastard come here and flaunt his free-breathing ways in front of the breathless! That… that… air-abusing monster!”)

But he should know by now that its all about me. Me me me me me! And of course, I should know by now that its all about him. Him him him him him. Add Mojo into that mix and you’ve got some kind of trinary black-hole of self-centredness.

Breathing at night.  Who would have believed it would be such a difficult thing to do?  But apparently it is.   Or at least it was, until CPAP.  Now this post may not be interesting to you, but to me, it is fantastic!  Life altering even!  Thanks to CPAP, I can finally sleep through the night.