For Megan.
Not the kind where I’m asleep, but the kind that I think about all day to keep me going. I have this dream that my life has more good days than bad ones, with a wide margin of difference. Where my life is my life and not my job. Where I don’t annoy and bore people about my frustrating and frustratingly mundane 9-5 world. Where I’m not anxious or angry every single day of the week. Where I can focus on the people I care about in my life because I’m not completely distracted by things that don’t matter and people I don’t care about at all. Where I’m not angry at people for being people. Where Fridays are magic because they are days just like all the others, and all days are magic, instead of because they kick off my two short days of relief.
I want this. Somehow. I am going to HAVE this. Tell me I can’t have this. I dare you.

It took me a week, but I figured it out!!!
I was woken up before my alarm clock (a definite “DO NOT PRESS” red button) by the television (another, very sensitive, button) even though it was set an hour ahead of normal so I can wait for my clothes to dry on the low setting. I have to wait to use the bathroom because I am lower in the family hierarchy (big bright blinking button), and then find that all three of my good shirts (which are all 100% cotton) have been shrunk in the dryer. I do not have money for new clothes until next week.
ALL OF MY MORNING WRATH BUTTONS HAVE BEEN PRESSED THIS MORNING!!!

A coworker mentioned this artist to me, with the disclaimer that I “probably wouldn’t like her.” Ironically, the album that he likes the least, is the album with the only two songs I’ve found of hers that I seem to like at all. I like these songs quite a bit, actually. But he was right, I don’t really care for what I’ve heard of her earlier work. Also, I like the videos for the two newer songs. I’m interested in this album. I don’t know why all of this matters, but apparently it was important for me to say.