Woke up this morning in a bit of a funk. Can't quite remember all of my dreams or for that matter much. Just know that right now I am feeling a bit like someone who has been dragged through the mud and stomped on a time or two.
Normally that sort of feeling disappears relatively quickly, but not today. No sir, today the season of my discontent feels like it has moved in and plans on staying.
Think that I am going to go back to sleep or spend a chunk of time working out on the heavy bag. I hate days like this.