Dreams. Why? I’d almost prefer the nightmares at this point in time. At least the nightmares made sense to me. I feel like I’m dreaming all friggin’ night long. And I must somehow contort my body into strange positions because I’ve haven’t had a morning where I’m not sore for the last couple weeks. This morning I can barely turn my neck. Should make teaching today a real blast.
I’ve started and stopped myself from posting a dozen or more times over the last week. Everything I write makes me sound like a whiny little brat. The only thing I keep thinking is who in the world wants to read another rant by you.
For once, I’d like things to be easy.