I was trying to explain to Dallas last night about how night shifts are always extremely slow, or extremely busy, there's no middle ground to stand on. Either it's so slow that you get to go home early and be happy, or it's so busy that you consider throwing knives at people.
And this translates to how I've been living my life lately. The last two weeks has been busy, loss of sanity.. that whole thing. Two weeks ago however? Well, it was amazing to say the least.
You know when your hands are really cold, so you put hot water on them, and it's so painful?
That's what I'm feeling when I'm going from extreme to extreme.
I want my middle ground to stand on.
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