I had a bad day at work yesterday, a day in which I sat in my cubicle under a dark storm cloud and made no forward progress on any project at all. After eight hours stewing in hate I drove home in bad traffic and went to bed, completely exhausted.
I dreamed I was at work, and it was a really bad day, but an entirely different bad day from the one I had already actually had. In my dream I went out to have a nice long run, which usually helps to cheer me up. And in my dream the run just utterly sucked because I was still so angry from having such a bad day at work. I woke up completely exhausted.
So I got up and had breakfast and went into town for a real run. When I got there I discovered that I had brought two left running shoes. I went running in my street shoes instead, which felt kind of like running on rocks with my hamstrings tightened up to 11. I lasted a little over three miles before the sparks of pain in my hips forced me to stop, and some kind of bug stung me on the neck. I walked back to the gym in a dark storm cloud and drove home again.
Now I’m here working at home and I’m having a really bad day, making no forward progress on any project at all. I feel completely exhausted.
I would take a nap but I’m afraid I would dream about writing a blog post about having a bad day and then dream about having a bad day and going for a run and then dream about going for a run and writing about it.
What day is it anyway?