I call it the 3 am brain. You know the one I mean. The little bugger that clicks on the moment you roll over one too many times and says “oh helloooo there! I’ve been waiting for you!” It gleefully prods you until you are wide awake, and then announces all the things that you simply must mull over at this very moment.

On this particular night, all the 3 am brain had to say was “what the fuck did we just do?” Continue reading