Excessive

I don't even feel like writing at all... Work, barely time at home, sleep, work again... my normal weekend.

I don't think I have a lot to say about the day itself, it was kind of a normal, uneventful day. Things were generally organized at work, and well... I suppose I could write about before work. Basically I got up after sleeping for about three hours, at 4:50am, and made Bekki breakfast, as she had to get a cab at 5:30am to go to the airport. I made her a bagel and some coffee, and I had one two, enjoyed it in bed, and she got ready, we said our goodbyes, and I eventually fell back asleep until around 10am. From 10am until when Allen drove me to work, I pretty much just had lunch (kinda) and read stuff on the internet.

Work was organized but stressful, and I don't particularly care for the unsettling atmosphere that's existing there lately, and I feel uneasy and uncomfortable and most of the time I just wish I was at home.

Tomorrow I work at 7am until 3pm... brunch, continental and a lunch buffet, and then home (hopefully). Monday is a day off and Tuesday is a trip to Toronto that I'm not really feeling but hopefully will enjoy.

I just want some time to unwind and relax and process thoughts and feelings and play games and clean and listen to music and organize stuff, and just exist and maybe let the knot in my stomach unwind a bit. Ugh.

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