Hello, midnight.  It's me again.  You were expecting me, I suppose. I accomplished less than half of what I wanted to do today, but I ad...

 At some point, every child becomes angry and resents their mother for whispering horrible lies in their ears to calm them at night. You are...

I don't transition well.  I hate it.  Being at one destination or another is great; getting there fills me with anxiety. I mention this ...

Waking up at midnight is becoming part of my life.  There's no baby to feed, no cat to let out, there's no wife that's mad at me...