...when I woke up at 3:38 AM.

Some people say I have a vivid imagination.  I prefer to call it insight.

I wake up sometimes.  Usually it isn’t a big deal.  But last night, I woke up and I was absolutely furious.  I mean it, I rarely get that angry.  Mostly because I’m nonconfrontational and also too nice for my own good, but I digress.

Anyway, it was like Attack of the Angry Katie:

 

 

It was difficult to go back to sleep because I kept fuming.  I tried lots of things.

I tried tossing and turning.

 

That was a bust.

I tried a trip to the bathroom.

My bladder was not the problem.

Finally, I accepted that I was angry, and as there was actually no real cause, I had to try to let go of it so I could go to sleep.

I turned on my TV.

There was a movie on Lifetime.  I read the description.  It was about a woman marrying herself.

That did the trick. 

I thought that was the end of it.  I was wrong, obviously.

The next day I told my co-worker that I had woken up at 3:38 AM, and that I had been furious like I was when I woke up from my wisdom teeth surgery that one time.

It probably wasn’t.  But still.