Just got home and once again, we ended late. I should have known someone would find a way to make things harder. It was bad enough that I was already tired before it started and now what I thought was a short discussion dragged on till sundown with traffic already when it was over. It was the sour cream on a very rotten cake which is why I'm glad the day is over and the night has come. Being glad that the night has ended a lousy day reminds of the song "Bring On The Night" by the Police.
When the day's great, we wish it could go on forever. Unfortunately, those days are too far and too few. Most of the time, it can be plain torture. A lot of things hit both left and right and just when you thought things were winding down, something just comes up and gives you a tweak in the nose. The only time you know it was over is when you're at the door and you get inside and leave all that crap behind.
I guess the night isn't so bad. When the day was lousy, the night signals its end. Still that doesn't mean it's always gonna be like that. Maybe tomorrow would be a different day than the one you've had. Till then, I'll take comfort in the night.
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