Excessive

You would think I would have a complete template for writing entries by this point but I still sit down and have no idea where to start each day, but... I guess it always comes together on it's own. I'm curious how many entries I've started talking about this exact topic... probably more than just one.

I woke up and went to school this morning, arriving to my Math class about two minutes late, I found a seat near the wall and didn't even bother to take out my laptop, we simply took up the unit test. I must've been really tired when I took the test because I made a lot of mistakes that could only have been made by just being deliriously tired. I switched out 1's for 0's but I knew the material, so there was no reason other than just being temporarily retarded.

Afterward I had C++, and it was a rather odd class, Garth seemed rather annoyed with people's lack of participation and complete apathy towards the material.

Once class was finished, I caught the bus to work, where I arrived and had to spend the first twenty minutes of my shift cleaning up for the day cooks... which is fine I guess... well, not fine, but... I don't really mind because I like how I clean up more than say... how, most people that work there clean up. We had a plated for 14 and Julie was stuck in the catering meeting, so I just worked and got that stuff ready, making the salads, potatoes, veg, desserts, etc etc. It went well, smoothly, no problems, very relaxed. It felt great, to come in and kick the shit out of an event. After the plating, I took about an hour and made a bunch of salads, because there is no one left working there that can make them, so it's always me, which is fine I guess, but.. it's kind of a lost art. I made a bus bin of pasta salad, Asian noodle salad, bean salad, mexican rice salad and Kyle made a greek, so the fridge is stocked with salads now.

Julie drove me home after work, and she came in said hi to that grey thing that lives here, and then left, I settled in, warmed some pizza in the oven and watched some TV, talked on the phone for about an hour, and decided to have a bath. It was getting late, and I figured I needed to get that done and over with so I could write and go to bed.

I burned my finger tip on a pan at work, and once home I burned the side/front of my hand on the oven door... kinda sucks.

Like I mentioned before, maybe yesterday, I feel quite off. I feel not right, not myself, I don't feel like I belong here, like I jumped into an alternate dimension where things are almost the same but I can tell this isn't my home. It leaves me feeling quite... uhhhh... numb, odd, unsettled, crazy. I feel like I've finally lost it. I'm sure I'll snap back to normal soon enough, gotta keep writing that out or I might forget it.

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