Excessive

I don't feel like writing but I'm sitting down to write out of routine, or habit, or a sense of obligation.

I slept for a long time last night... I suppose I needed it, because I slept straight through to 11:30am or so, and I had pretty wild, generally uncomfortable dreams through the night, which hasn't happened for awhile, but used to happen way too often. I woke up feeling rested but sore from the long sleep, my back sore and mind feeling fuzzy.

I had a wonderful broccoli and cheddar omelet for breakfast, with toast and coffee. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready to go to work, and Jon was at my house to drive me (we started at the same time... 1pm).

Work was organized and easy... we got ahead on the next day and had no problems... the last few days have been like this, and have been a better atmosphere in the kitchen, however I have been in rather foul moods at work, getting annoyed and pissed off over things, not really being that happy to be there. We worked until 8:30pm, and Jon drove me home, picking Bekki up on the way.

Once home, we ordered a pizza from Pizza Pizza... it was a deal where you get a 2 for 1 coupon for the movie theater, and since we enjoy going there once and awhile, it seemed like a good idea. We ate while watching Parks and Rec, and afterward I had a bath, and listened to today's episode of The Comedy Button.

I finished the bath and Bekki was putting music on her brand spankin' new iPod (gotta say, I'm quite jealous, mine's sold beat up), and I started to write.

I work tomorrow at 7am... Open. Yeah... it's shitty because I have to take a cab there, and that's expensive, but it's also good because it's such a retardedly easy shift, and it's really quite satisfying to work it. I should have lots of time to get things ready for the next day, and look forward to leaving feeling accomplished and satisfied.

Yeah, I know.. this entry is terrible, and I don't really write anything of importance in it, and it's just a waste of time and energy because future-me will look back and see "oh, I went to work and came home.. how fucking obvious" instead of writing how I feel or what was going on in my head.. but... you don't always get what you want.

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