This is forced, but that's a good thing?
I woke up this morning nice and early and pissed away the morning. Did manage to do my little workout routine. I went to take a shower but to my joy I found that there was no hot water. Yay! Well that's not exactly true. I turned on the water and it was warm. That's cool, it takes a second for the water to warm up. Hope in the shower and get the hair ready for the shampoo. Wait the water's getting colder not hotter. Turn the hot water up, still colder. Turn the hot water all the way up, ice water. What a way to start a day. Did my best to clean myself without hot water. Wasn't too bad, not too stinky this morning, or at least I hope not too stinky. Got dressed, and out the door. I did eat some bran for breakfast, that's pretty cool. Forgot to ware my black socks, that's no so cool, it's indicitiveof larger problems.
Late to work, that's always a bitch. I have to stop doing that it's really a bad habit and it does not reflect well on one's self. On the way up the escalators, I badgered the cute lady from HR about the transit checks. She doesn't know where they are. Went up to the cafe and there she was in need of Ice. Ice for the yogurt down in the break room. Helped her out with that and it was off to normal work. All day I felt like I was burnt. I thought that that was all it was.
Today I just didn't feel like myself. I've always heard that and figured it to be just a saying. Something people say when they were felling a bit off. Who knows maybe that's all the saying is, but today I really wasn't myself. At least not the self that I've been as of late. The good me, the happy me. The me that can be around people and interact with people. I don't know what happened today really. I just want it to be over. Over and forgotten. I hung out with a friend and his cousin after work, but I don't know how much I really wanted to be there. I called a friend later on, but I don't know how much I wanted him to be free. It's all a mess. A mess that I don't know if I have the power to clean. I can only hope it's a mess that disappears over night.
On an up note, I just found out that I have all but one of The Smith albums on my computer. Thanks Friend # 34(I don't put names on the intarweb)
Late to work, that's always a bitch. I have to stop doing that it's really a bad habit and it does not reflect well on one's self. On the way up the escalators, I badgered the cute lady from HR about the transit checks. She doesn't know where they are. Went up to the cafe and there she was in need of Ice. Ice for the yogurt down in the break room. Helped her out with that and it was off to normal work. All day I felt like I was burnt. I thought that that was all it was.
Today I just didn't feel like myself. I've always heard that and figured it to be just a saying. Something people say when they were felling a bit off. Who knows maybe that's all the saying is, but today I really wasn't myself. At least not the self that I've been as of late. The good me, the happy me. The me that can be around people and interact with people. I don't know what happened today really. I just want it to be over. Over and forgotten. I hung out with a friend and his cousin after work, but I don't know how much I really wanted to be there. I called a friend later on, but I don't know how much I wanted him to be free. It's all a mess. A mess that I don't know if I have the power to clean. I can only hope it's a mess that disappears over night.
On an up note, I just found out that I have all but one of The Smith albums on my computer. Thanks Friend # 34(I don't put names on the intarweb)