i'm soul tired. the blizzard goes on and i have to go back into it one more time. why'm i soul tired. idle know, it's my fault i guess i didn't sleep right enough. mister's panting beside me now, he's been doing that for years though, still i don't want to think about i can't imagine what's going on in his pancreas or the miles of tubes they explored. the pancreas frankly freaks me out who ever thinks of the pancreas the doc described it like it has no shape it's just kind of loose and spongy and lays flat and i picture it laying on a table like a sea creature with no limbs or face.