Whoa, never mind the days, it’s the nights that are so hard. 2 am and I am sitting here eating ice cream, wanting to claw my face off, and thinking: “I can’t do this.” Well I don’t have much choice do I? It’s do it or go out and lie down on the railway line. Which is not a kind thing to do to a train driver. Besides it’s cold out there. Come on girl, you know everything looks worse in the wee small hours. This shall pass.
