Lately, there are mornings when I wake up and I feel kinda okay – aware of various discomforts in my body, but more or less okay. There are also mornings lately when I wake up and I dread the 15 hours I need to be alive until I get to go to sleep again. Not particularly fond of those mornings. But the funny thing (not funny haha, more like funny-oh-gee-look-at-all-this-rage-inside-me-funny) is that whether it’s a good day or a bad day, it’s neither. Because inevitably, if I’m feeling good I’ll at some point in...
