There's No Need to Argue Anymore

Woke up this mourning and it felt like winter. Like we'd tripped past autumn and landed dead upon a lonely day in winter. The kind of day it's hard to drag yourself out of bed.

But I'm going to work today. Because the value of calling out sick a second day in row will not outweigh the value of imposing myself on the world. Yesterday wasn't so grand.

Plagued by strange dreams and nightmares. Jennifer Beals. Alligator-shaped demons in hell.

I know what I need. I need sun on my face. I need to force myself to interact with others. I need to get a list of things done this week. Hell and/or high water. If you can't be with the one you love, honey, lower your expectations...