Tomorrow is going to blow.

Here it is, 11:55 P. M., and I'm still awake.  My alarm is set for 4:30. I'm going to be dead tired at work. 

My man is being a shit.  My brain won't shut off.  I've got a lot to do and it seems like no time to do so. 

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