Good night, bad night

Until recently, I had worked as a server in a restaurant. I have done that off and on for a few years, and I hated it. Some days I would sit inside my car outside the restaurant and have to do breathing exercises in order to get up enough stamina to get out. Most of the time, I worked night shifts, and so I attributed some of the dread to the thought of spending my entire night doing something I most definitely did not enjoy. 

Now I've come to consider that possibly it's simply working at night, or rather doing anything in the evening that doesn't involve eating and passive entertainment, that bothers and somewhat panics me. I work at the nursing home, a job that I like, this evening, but I am already having trouble breathing. I wonder why that is. I am absolutely a morning person, but man, it's only a few hours that I'll be there tonight, and it's not going to be that difficult. I am dreading going, however. 

Maybe this dread is happening because I will be missing a chance to see The Music Never Stopped with a bunch of my music therapy friends and Thomas. I hope it's good and that I'll see it soon enough.

Band: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs.