No sleep in Brooklyn.

Last night, I could NOT sleep. It was killing me. I couldn't tell if it was just the ridiculous amount of noise outside my window, or all the coffee with Toni Ann - but it was awful. I maybe slept four hours. The things that drifted in through my window were so terrible, I have to share...

The usually loud people hanging out outside, and car stereos that sounded like they were in my room. Did I mention I live on the 6th floor?

A child, sobbing and saying "I want to go home. I want to go home." This one was particularly disturbing, because he sounded really close but I had no idea where he was.

A gangster screaming, "What! What! What!" for at least ten minutes.

Gunshots. I swear. I never heard them before, but definitely gunshots. Awesome.

I finally closed the window and put my fan on to drown out the noise.

I tried to sleep with the dogs again, but Caliope kept waking up to be sick. I have one more session of a dewormer I need to get from the vet, but if it doesn't work - and I doubt very much it will - I'm going to think of some other options. She's still emaciated, and sick. She's not getting better, she's shown no signs of improvements in at least a week. I'm going to have to give her up. I think Toni Ann knows of an organization that takes sick dogs that people can't afford to treat. I know it will break my heart, even more, but how can I continue to let her be sick and do nothing. The only other option is she will die, and that can't be better. How much more do I have to give up?