The Wrong Side of the Bed
So, I woke up cranky and tired this morning. Didn't want to get out of bed at all, but I did. In my concern about being cranky and not wanting to be conscious, I forgot to bring my lunch with me to work. *sigh*
As I'm walking to the subway on South Campus complaining to my sister, a man having a cigarette outside of the station looks at me and says "don't be so cranky." It made me smile, and that was nice.
Then in the next subway station, I noticed that they have music on, Mozart no less. I heard music in the South Campus subway station yesterday. I enjoy this new addition, but cannot really take advantage of it as I always have my discman on. (why not take it off, you might ask? Because of people like the creepy guy this morning who keep talking to me. I think he only wanted money, but still).
I get to work, and the appointment is cancelled. That's good, I didn't feel like dealing with people anyway. I wanna paint my nails tonight, if I remember. They are long and pretty and should be painted in celebration.
Okay, gotta go work now. Buh bye
As I'm walking to the subway on South Campus complaining to my sister, a man having a cigarette outside of the station looks at me and says "don't be so cranky." It made me smile, and that was nice.
Then in the next subway station, I noticed that they have music on, Mozart no less. I heard music in the South Campus subway station yesterday. I enjoy this new addition, but cannot really take advantage of it as I always have my discman on. (why not take it off, you might ask? Because of people like the creepy guy this morning who keep talking to me. I think he only wanted money, but still).
I get to work, and the appointment is cancelled. That's good, I didn't feel like dealing with people anyway. I wanna paint my nails tonight, if I remember. They are long and pretty and should be painted in celebration.
Okay, gotta go work now. Buh bye