So here I am, greeting a part of "day" that should never be greeted. I had nothing but bad dreams last night -- not nightmares, but those dreams in which one struggles towards a goal and everything simply fails in the worst possible way. Getting stuck in a hospital because of a reaction to a flu shot, and having everyone believe it's a result of me combining cocaine and marijuana. Another where I simply try to go to work on the bus, but end up driving a jeep into the ocean, then fail miserably at my part in preventing a worldwide supernatural catastrophe..

Gee, I wonder why I'm having these sorts of dreams?

I'm about as down as a dragon can get right now. Especially since I have to go in on Saturday, which means instead of getting overtime hours for training like I would any other week, I simply get to keep some sick hours I'm never gonna use.

I'll survive, somehow. Just don't expect sweetness and light from me.