Real life (in 2016) starts now
First day back at work in 2016 and:
My new driver went M.I.A. (has been since January 2nd, because he took an unsanctioned leave without telling us anything. We've been fuming since Saturday.)
It's the second day of my period and I was motionless since Sunday because moving bloody hurts. I got up and went to work anyway today because I must. :(
My sleep has been plagued by nightmares.
I'm sleepy all the time at work because of the nightmares.
Discussions at the office revolve around the incredibly weird Sherlock special, "The Abominable Bride", which we've taken to calling Sherlockception. I have no other comments than, "I love Martin Freeman's moustache. He looks like Jude Law."
I don't know how to get home. (Uber or taxi?)
Oh wait. I don't have Uber. My mom does. And she's unreachable.
Okay, I'll phone a taxi. (And I will urge my parents to dock my new driver's pay for this month because he's being irresponsible.)
This is real life in 2016.
This is real life in 2016.