dreams

Wednesday has arrived, bearing gifts of humidity and nightmares, and the promise of a fucking amazing grilled cheese dinner.

Someone’s getting presents this week, and it’s not me.

Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…