Excessive

I don't have much to write today... I wrote last night's entry slightly intoxicated, as you can tell by it's hilariously bad writing, but I read it again this morning and I actually didn't do too badly; I only had to fix a few words and spelling mistakes.

Why can't things just be good? Things. You know, those aspects of your existence where when you add them all up you get your life? Why can't things be good, stay good, just exist in some kind of state of goodness, for more than a day, for more than a night, for more than a couple hours in the middle of the night? Why must I feel like there's a hole in the bottom of my stomach and a weight on my chest and feel chaotic and down and only see darkness.

I wasn't really hung over this morning but I really needed the sleep... I kept waking up every hour and feeling relieved when I looked over at the clock and saw that I still had a few hours. I eventually had to get up at 10am and get ready for school, but I wasn't feeling that great, and could only really eat half my bagel before leaving. Calen picked me up and we drove to school to do an in-class assignment, which was writing a 'bad news' letter, and it was pretty easy I guess. I hope that I get a good mark on it, it's kind of difficult to tell.

I sat in the hall with Mat while we waited for Calen to finish, and it was kind of weird, as I was in somewhat of a strange mood and there were people all around us waiting for the next classes to begin, and yeah... I just felt weird. Afterward, around 12:20pm, Calen came out, and I gave him four bucks to drive me to work, which was awesome, because taking the bus there on a school day sucks so much, with all the Western students on the Wellington.

I was supposed to work at 5pm until 9pm, but since I was finished school and had the ride, I figured I'd go in early to get ahead on stuff, and maybe leave earlier, so I went in and signed in for 1:15pm, about four hours early. It was mainly just Jon and I working on banquet prep for tomorrow's day of hell, which was basically me doing 188 vegetable bundles over like... three hours. We also made all the mousse, piped it all, and have it all set up and ready to go in the fridge... all 130 of them, they just need a strawberry on top and it's done. Jon also made all the creme brulees, cleaned the beef tenderloins, made mushroom potatoes and did the platters and some of the hor's. All in all we got a lot of the prep done and it felt good to finally feel like we got ahead.

We worked until 9pm and Jon's Dad came and picked us up and drove me home.

Once home I ran a bath and soaked for a bit... shaved... and eventually got out and started watching some TV and I even wrote an email! Something that I never do anymore... it's funny how e-mails are starting to get outdated already, with texts, facebook, twitter, and IM chatting, emails don't happen very often. I've been watching Thursday comedies since I was finished my bath, Community, Parks and Rec, The Office and Whitney, and I'm almost done them.

I was feeling pretty shitty when I got home, like.... pretty darn low, but I do feel a bit better now. I might smile before going to bed, but... I'm not sure yet.

I hope tomorrow is okay, and I hope that something doesn't kick me in the head and make me feel like shit.

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