I’m not ready for tomorrow. I’m afraid of the reaction I’ll get when I go back into work tomorrow.
I’ve let a lot of things pile up undone and messy.
Plus, I saw 11:13. I know it sounds stupid, but I find comfort in seeing 11:11 on the clock. If I see 11:13, usually, it will be a bad day until the next opportunity to see 11:11.
I’m not ready to face Monday.