i'm not sleeping.
these moments of lost sleep due to a particularly loud upstairs neighbor have a lot to do with my well-being. especially when i have to get up in three hours for an early work shift of my own.
yet i am stuck. s-t-u-c-k. due to financial restraint. torture. i wish all the stress would just go awaaaaayyyy.
in moments like these, i drown myself in stories.
i love this version of this old tale: (disclaimer: this is the ending)
and i just want to know. are there REALLY happy endings out there? people sometimes whisper of them, but it gets harder to believe them to be true.
especially in the dark hours of awakened slumbers like these.
thanks to a few of our nation's government employees like Big Bafoon upstairs.
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