Nightmares.

Last night I did not sleep very well.

I'm not usually one to remember my dreams. I don't know why. But last night I have a vague memory. I dreamt about work. All. Night. Long.
I was seriously having a hard time deciphering what was dream and what was reality. I woke up at least 6 times last night freaking out thinking I was late for work.

When I did actually wake up to get ready for work I did not want to go. I just wanted to call in sick because my night was so rough. Once I pulled myself out of bed and got in the shower I was fine.

I must really be a morning person because after I actually get out of the sleepiness, I love being awake that early.

But when it comes to about five in the afternoon, I hate my hours. I dread the thought of going to work the next morning.

I was happy I didn't call in sick this morning. I clean the sports medicine room and the head trainer comes at 5-6ish to come work out. This morning his newly returned missionary son came with him... :} When He walked in, I was very happy to have my job.