PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT IN A GOOD ENOUGH PLACE TODAY My day she asked? Honesty she requested? Wanted to know about my 24 hours? "Let me tell you about my day" I responded... Wake up...exhausted. Can't breathe or focus but the world has to go on and I have to be a part of it. I sit up in bed, the ache, the physical, real pain of merely sitting up after a measly hour of sleep. I shave, still a fog, still a blur. Brush my teeth and put on clothes. I didn't even check if they were ironed. My hair, a bit messy but passable I guess. Strap on my pager, pick up my phone, keys and wallet