Yesterday was a bad day.
I tried to write about it, but I was unable to wrestle it into a more palatable form that wouldn't leave me curled up into a ball weeping. Suffice it to say, Dad had to drive to or from my office eight times yesterday, and Mom said "Goddammit" twice.
But ... (I am doing my Pollyanna-best).
I slept all through the night.
No jumpy legs, no full bladder, nothing.
I closed my eyes after Forever and opened them after my alarm went off.
Not bad. It doesn't make up for the crappy day, though.
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