Hell is waking up in the middle of the night because the dog won’t stop itching himself on the hardwood floor which echoes like a tribal drum in the night while simultaneously choking on a wad of snot trying to slide down your throat. You then shoot up out of bed and cough so hard that wad of aforementioned snot and some of last night’s dinner comes out. Bonus: you make it to the toilet and you chew the rest back, so just a little spitup comes up. Next, you eat (again) another dry piece of bread to settle your snot-filled stomach down.
This has been every night for me for the last three nights. It is okay on a weekend because you can sleep in. Last night was worse because I was on NyQuil. My sleep hangover is mighty. I’m required to function at top capacity today. It will be hellish. My mood is most foul.
Oh, and taxes are due at the end of the week. Joy!
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