Laying in bed just now, I thought to myself, “I think in my last post, I used ‘prologue’ instead of ‘epilogue’.”
And then of course I couldn’t rest until I made sure. And I was right. But who even cares? That totally could have waited until the morning, but no—I had to check RIGHT NOW, and for what? For another reason to delay bedtime. I just can’t get my mind to shut off and stop thinking about the same things, over and over. And then when I do finally fall asleep, my dreams have been so vivid and upsetting that I wake up completely restless and exhausted. And then I spend the rest of the day feeling disoriented and emotionally frustrated. Something is off; I can’t figure it out and it is driving me fucking nuts.
I do not like this winter very much at all.