It was 9 am. Rolling out of bed with the smell of Munich still stuck to my hair and clothes, this was not the way I wanted to welcome a Wednesday. And not just any Wednesday, but a day where I had nothing planned and nowhere to go. So then why, in all of the worlds or worlds, does my body insist on pissing itself off and making me wake up just a few hours late of the rising Sun?
Someone please tell me. Then let me buy your Ambien.
No but really. My mind, body, will, resilience and bank account is exhausted, and more than anything I just want to be quiet and sit in the sun somewhere for the better part of three weeks. I have far too many distractions coming up, and the more I think about them, the less I sleep and the more I start feeling like a big ball of anxiety.
Life.
Then I wonder, why does life have to start up as soon as I touch free soil again? Business slacks don't fit me today, and they won't fit me tomorrow.
So what to do until life starts? Well, that is the fun part.
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