Today I had a good day. Required a nap in the middle of it, which seems pretty standard these days. Not sure how I'm going to survive 10 hour days with an infant & 2.5 year old. Oh, did I mention I found a job? If you don't hear from me after February 9th, that's why.
The day part is the only time it's good though. I dread nightfall like a... a... a person being stalked by vampires. Like Will Smith in that movie where he gets caught in the middle of zombie-overrun Manhattan when the sun is going down. Like... someone who's afraid of the dark? In any case, for whatever reason, my mood descends with the sun, and nightfall somehow takes the worst of what's just under the surface during the day and immerses me in it. I feel like I'm drowning every night.
So, to conclude: love stinks. Avoid it at all costs. Also, nighttime stinks. Try to live somewhere you don't have to put up with it.