I woke up at 3am this morning. I am not complaining. At the time I thought it was 5, right before I get up. But no, I had two more glorious hours to sleep. It was raining outside and I was in a warm bed. Joy.
One of my fellow friends and fellow bloggers pointed me to this blog:
I know that I am not alone. For the longest time I was afraid of telling people how I felt. I was sure that my life would be ruined if anyone suspected that I was not drinking the Kool-Aid. But over the past month, I have found many kindred spirits (I sound like Anne of Green Gables…insert vomit sound here).
Welcome to the potluck of the damned!