Washed out on the way to work.

They always happen after I've been left or ditched—the nightmares, that is—and getting back to sleep is a trial because I tend to fall back into them.

This time it was a combination of the ditch and the almost aggressive way I'm misgendered at work. No matter what I do it's in one ear and out the other.

These things always leave me dizzy and exhausted. I'm not sure my "breakfast"—a double espresso used to shoot my meds—will do much against it.

And now I get to pull a mad long shift...