It’s 4 in the morning. I passed out on the couch as soon as I got home (hours ago). I’m still in my dirty clothes from “the night before”. My hair smells like cigarettes and stale beer. I feel disgusting, but not enough to get out of
bed the couch to wash up.
It’s a very strange time. I’m confused, I’m happy, I’m anxious.
I am thrilled. I am genuinely terrified.
We are in for turbulence. And another upset.