Excessive

I didn't really write a proper entry yesterday, about yesterday, and yesterday was much more worthy of writing about than today, so I'll do the best I can since it's been a day and things kind of disappear from my brain fairly quickly.

Yesterday was one of the worst days I've had in forever, and I was too tired to write about it then, and now I'm almost too tired to write about it tonight, so I better get this done before it's too late.

My day yesterday started terribly... tiredly walking to the fridge to get the coffee on... picking up the brand new 13.99 huge can of coffee, having the lid snap off, slip, and fall.. spilling grinds in a giant pile on the floor. Still so tired I couldn't open my eyes the entire way, my heart just sank. I realized that the grinds stay in a filter so it didn't matter too much if a hair or two got in, so I picked up most of the pile, leaving most of the grinds that were actually touching the floor. That was how I started the day.

At work, there was a box of arugla up really high, so I had to jump to reach it. I keep my iPhone in my apron pocket in the front, and as I jumped, it flew out and landed on the cold, wet, fridge floor. I've dropped it many times, and it's always been fine, but when I picked it up this time, the bottom corner had a crack through it, and I was upset. It instantly ruined my day (more so than the coffee).

Near the end of my shift at work I moved two hotel pans full of duck and duck fat from one end of the kitchen to the other. What I didn't notice was a huge amount of the fat on top of the wrap, which slid off and poured all down my leg, which is the same side my phone is kept. I took out my phone to discover half of it was covered in the fat. The speaker no longer works and I think the microphone isn't as good anymore either. I hated life.

Once home I had dinner of chips and a Coke... eventually Laura asked if her and Tom could come over and have me bake a cake for her birthday, and while I generally dislike doing things spur of the moment, and even though I was in such a shitty mood, I was suddenly inspired to do something nice for someone, so I had them over, I made them both a beef tenderloin dinner and made a mocha chiffon cake for her birthday.

Today has been pretty low key... I cleaned up the house quite a bit, played a lot of Bioshock 2... read some Game of Thrones and worked on Excessive Money... that new budget/expensive/food cost website I've been working on. It finally has a layout and permanent page.

Tomorrow it's another day off and I'm going to see Every Time I Die in Toronto with Mel and Darren. We're leaving around 3:30pm, the show is at 6:30, and I'll be home late. Wednesday I work 9am to 5pm...

I feel anxious, uneasy... nervous. I don't like it. I want to feel at rest. I want to be at rest.

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