Today is going to be a good day.
(Please don’t let that have jinxed it.)
I dreamt that my lovely shellac nails had come off during the night which in the grand scheme of things is a truly first world problem. And it was only a dream for when I awoke the shiny redness was intact.
Also, I woke with a glow. The usual sense of dread, the BlackPits, are in hibernation.
There was money in my account – I’m not where it came from – so I was able to pay the last bit of my rent.
I slept for five hours straight.
What’s going on? Don’t ask questions.