Excessive

Today feels like it's been a very long day, I'm tired and ready to wind down, and it's already so late. I've just got home from work, and have no time to do anything, but I don't know, I suppose today was a pretty good day, so I can't really complain... well, I'll always find a way to complain, but it will be minimal today.

I woke up at a decent time this morning, around 9:30am, which was earlier than I had to really, because I didn't have school until Noon, so I really could've slept until around 10:30 or so, but when I woke up and saw the clock, I figured it was close enough, and I felt rested enough, that I could wake up, have some time to make some nice food, and maybe even play some Disgaea 4, so that was my thought process. I had a ham sandwich for lunch, which was nice, and I sat down and played Disgaea while I ate, and it was a nice way to start the day I'd say. I will write about Disgaea 4 soon, I just want to play it a bit more, and by the time I write about my day, I rarely have energy left to write about anything else, so I need to find a time where I can sit down and just write about Disgaea.

While I was playing/eating, Calen sent me a message asking if I wanted a ride to school, because it was pouring rain out, and if he drives he usually offers, so I said sure, and this bought me a few more minutes of relaxing which was nice, and he showed up around 11:30am, at which point we made out way to school.

Pretty much the only reason we were both going to school today was to hand in a physical copy of our communication assignment on memo's, which was due today. Calen needed to print his, so we wandered around the school looking for a computer lab with a printer near where we had parked and where our class was, and eventually found one, and eventually got it printed and made our way to our class, just a few minutes late. As we walked in, we placed our printed assignment on the pile, sat down, and sat through some boring lecture on how to summarize something properly... very moving stuff.

We left right after class, made our way home, and I got home around 1:30pm or so. Somehow I was already hungry again even though I had eaten when I woke up, but I made myself something I should really be ashamed of but... a bowl of Chef Boyardee ravioli, which... yeah, it's gross.. it really does taste bad, leave a bad taste in my mouth, make me feel gross... all that fun stuff, but sometimes, usually in the middle of the night on a sleeping pill, taste great, but for some reason I just got the urge today, so I ate that while playing some more Disgaea 4 as I waited for 2pm to come along, as a fanlive session for my client/server class would be starting then, and I wanted to attend live, rather than view it as a recorded archive.

At 2pm, I moved into the computer room and set up and followed along with the fanlive lecture, not completely finishing everything I need, but I have until Sunday at 8pm to do it, and I have a pretty good idea of what I need to do and pretty much how long it's going to take, so I think I'm in good shape. The lecture only lasted until around 2:30pm or so, so I just went back and played Disgaea 4 until I had to leave for work.

Considering I had to worked at 5pm, I had to leave the house by about 4pm, so it gave me a bit of time to play, but I eventually left for work, taking the bus and listening to Thrice and then Underoath, probably much louder than is healthy, but loud enough that it made me feel good. I got to work and it was a shit show right off the bat... in fact the first thing anyone said to me was Mario has he was walking down the stairs, as I was walking up, "I want to shoot myself in the head" and that kind of set the baseline for the day. Everyone was behind, we were down a person, well... two really, and it was just chaotic and tense and stressful. Everyone is overworked and tired, and grumpy. We do still manage to care about stuff, but it's not like we take time and extra care, we just get shit down and I guess that's good enough.

Tonight was a small bit of reception fare, which people were finishing up as I arrived, as well as a test dinner and a special anniversary dinner, plus a wedding for 100. A lot of the stuff was done thankfully, which was nice, to not have to do the salads or veg bundles for once. When I got in, the first thing I did was make two vegan/vegetarian phyllo bundles, which are basically phyllo wrapped around a bean, rice and roasted red pepper humus mixture. It was way more difficult than it should've been, because all I had to work with was either a frozen solid good package of phyllo, or this bag of ripped up, dried out, fucking useless phyllo. I didn't have time to wait for it to thaw, so I pieced together the ripped up pieces of phyllo and some how managed to make two decent looking bundles.

Work seemed to go on forever, and it was way more chaotic than I prefer, because I came in much later than normal, so I couldn't organize anything the way I like, and the entire time I kind felt a bit lost, which really didn't make me feel very good. Tom, Jon and myself worked hard to get everything ready for the dinner, and before we knew it was time to plate, which went smoothly, oddly smooth really, and it was nice to have very few issues while sending out the food.

After dinner had gone, Mario was melting the sugar on the brulees, Tom was finishing his amazing, epic croquembouche, and Julie was finishing truffles, as I rushed together strawberry and truffle plates for the tables as part of dessert, just keeping with that chaotic feel I described earlier... it just didn't seem to stop, just non-stop running around, from thing to thing, never ending. After dessert had finally gone out (and it did take a long time), Jon started prepping for tomorrows wedding, and Tom started getting the late night food ready, and I tried to get everything ready for the two picnic lunches ready, as there really isn't anyone in to do them tomorrow, so I made it so just the sandwiches need to be made, which should eliminate much of the stress of putting it together tomorrow.

Finally at 11:30pm, Julie, myself and Jon finally signed out, and we just went to the cafe and all had a glass of beer to finally have a break and take a breath, which was nice, but I kinda wanted to get home badly... I was tired, and ready to be at home. Julie drove Jon and myself home, and it was nice to get home. (Wow... I'm really not writing very well... why is my brain giving up on me? What is happening!?)

Once home, I wanted to immediately get ready for bed, as it was already after midnight, and I was tired, so I figured I would just watch TV and write for the rest of the night, and then go to bed. So far it's kind of worked out... I turned on Jimmy and moved the laptop to the living room, and have been writing pretty much since then (took a small break). I ate a bunch of junk food, watched some shows (Jimmy and Daily Show so far) and the night is coming to an end very shortly.

Tomorrow I've got work at 12pm to 9pm, so I'll probably sleep in, get up, have breakfast and leave for work... that's my plan anyway, should work out. Hopefully tomorrow isn't as crazy as it was today, and hopefully I don't get a headache or feel like crap or get pissed off or anything of that junk, I just want a nice day. I also have to open on Sunday, so no rest for me for awhile... I also work six days next week, so... if anyone have any tools to kill myself with, just let me know. Until I figure that out... I guess I should sleep.

We are cowards and thieves.
Will we never turn to grieve the damage done?
Never see, never quake with rage at what we have become?
What we have become.

Yea we get down on one knee
O, we play at chivalry
But we do not count the cost.

We say, "On me you can depend,"
And "I will be there till the end,"
Though we will not bear the cross.

Our word is so faint and feeble,
Broken by the slightest breeze or breath.
Our hearts are, they're so deceitful,
Sick and filled with lies that lead to death.

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