The other night I was extremely exhausted, lying in bed and desperately wanting to fall asleep, but for some reason, despite the fatigue, my brain just would not turn off and let me slip into a blissful, stressless sleep. This was, of course, because I've been so stressed out about my job and the insane hours I've been working recently. So, instead of letting me rest my weary body, my brain insisted on thinking of everything adding to my current misery (therefore stressing me out more and preventing me from sleeping for even longer).
So, what, you may ask, did my brain decide to think about while I was lying there in the dark next to my snoring husband and praying for sleep? Well, it decided it would be extremely fun to calculate the number of hours I spend per week on public transportation. And what was the grand total? 24!!!!!