Truth in I'm About To Have A Nervous Breakdown

Had a legal set back last Friday and spent the night in jail. Been beating myself up ever since. Earlier tonight at work I was in a good mood. Dancing around. Singing to myself at my machine. Finally feeling better about everything…then the night went to hell when I switched from brass to stainless. Everything ran wrong and got worse. By the time one AM finally rolled around the full blown bullshit circus was going on in my head. ARGH!

I hate these fucking hours.