It rained this morning, and the sky outside remains dark and gloomy, as if sympathizing with me. I don’t want to work today and for the rest of the week. I just want to crawl under the sheets and sleep … so I won’t have to think anymore.
But of course no matter how horrible I feel the world must go on. There’s work to be done, deadlines to meet, family to take care of …
This has been the crappiest month of my life. Ever.
