Have you ever had one of those months where everything was up in the air.
Where your broke, out of a job, and really nothing seems to be going your way.
Your tired, you can't sleep, your always worried.
Now flip forward a little bit.
You just got a great paying job that you start in two days, and things are starting to look up.
You know that perfect night of rest that is supposed to come, the one where finnaly eveything you worry about has slowly vanished and you feel relaxed.
Last night was supposed to be that night for me. And better yet it was daylight savings so I should have gotten an extra hour.
Instead I had one of the most sleepless nights I've had in ages,
Between waiting up most of the night, and waking up every half hour until eight when my insomnia had finnaly won the battle for control of my senses, I had the glorious night I have waited so long for destroyed.
I know some out there my think this is mellowdramatic or that I am getting a little too exasperated over such a small thing. But you try going two or three weeks without a decent restful night and see if your not angry when it should have all been copacetic.
Hopefully tonight I can get some rest I work in the morning.
broke
