It could be a lack of sleep. Inability to sleep. Ability to not allow myself to sleep. Something along those lines is jilting my mind around in criss-cross patterns. I need to sleep earlier and wake up later, but only late enough to make it to work on time.
Work is a funny thing.
The sky tonight hasn't turned black. It's sticking to a gray. No black, just gray. Work is part fun, part pure hatred, part exhausting, and part resisting the urge to smack kids around. Ok, yes, it is, but he's old, he doesn't know any better.