Yesterday I was in a piss poor mood.
Went to bed early so I could wake up for the 5am Bootcamp class. But instead of getting extra sleep, I had nightmares.
I first dreamed about being left at the altar.
Then about being tortured and raped. I woke from this dream only to fall back asleep and resume the dream. I woke in such a sweat that my bed was soaking wet.
Then I dreamed it was football season again. Yes, that's a nightmare too, just not as bad.
So I drug my ass out of bed and reluctantly went to Bootcamp.
And all is well with the world.
Exercise makes me better.
Sigh, but now I'm at work, doing some mindless boring task I don't want to do.
Will I look like an asshole if I request to use my last personal day tomorrow since Monday is my last day? Probably, but I don't care. Fingers crossed my manager approves it.