12:47am

I think about the damnedest things at the damnedest times.

Its been a great day, a great week even. Then BAM!
Its suddenly 12:47am and my stomach feels all topsy turvy.

I guess, from time to time, we all have to have our crummy moods and spells of self doubt.
I'm just wondering why these times couldn't come at more convenient hours of the day.

But I guess that'd be less of a struggle. And struggle is, after all, good for the character.
Or something.