Shelby Twp has been a dream world for me. A dream world of no responsibility and a nightmare of constantly driving. A haze of heavy lids in front of a steering wheel and being overly-thankful for rest areas on highways.

Never getting the same kind of air means rarely getting a restful sleep. Smokey air, air filled with dog hair, or really, really dry air. Sure, once I’m used to it, I’m fine, but I’m always changing, always moving.

I have a headache and am fairly sleep-deprived. I feel like I’ve got a cold sweat, so maybe I’m getting sick again. I don’t know.

I didn’t expect it to be this painful to push my way out of the dream world.