nightmares

Sunday nights are usually the worst for me. I don’t know if it’s the anxious anticipation of starting yet another workweek, or the realization that another weekend is over. Whatever the reason, Sunday nights are terrible. Sometimes, it’s the dreams. There’s always a mixture of fear and anxiety, maybe a dash of grief and sadness…

What’s happening, internet? I hope this Tuesday finds you well and happy. The universe decided it’s going to be one of those days for me, as it’s rainy, gloomy, I’m working a 10-hour shift, and I just remembered that I fixed myself a cup of coffee 45 minutes ago and promptly forgot about it in…