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It's a warm and comfortable Saturday morning. My Mom is awake and in the kitchen, and I know that she is making a special breakfast for us to share. Sometimes, on special weekends, usually in the winter, we would wake up early and she would make cream of wheat and we'd eat it for breakfast together. I'd sprinkle brown sugar over the top and then cover it in a thin layer of milk, melting the sugar and making the warm cereal cooler, and smooth. I would sneak on extra sugar when my Mom wasn't looking, even though I probably didn't need to sneak it. It was a comfort, and something special. It was family and what I wish to reproduce for my family... my child, when I'm older. Not that exact thing, but that feeling, those memories and warmth and that something special.

It's been a long time since I've felt as though I was deep in a routine, and no that's not sexual innuendo. I miss the feeling of not having to think about what I'm going to do next. Sitting down at the same time every night to turn on the Daily Show and start to write, eat a bowl of chips... I miss that security but I can't even think what has replaced it. What am I doing every night instead? I don't know! My mind just feels a bit too chaotic recently and I want so desperately to feel relaxed, to take my heart rate down and just slow down.

Luckily I have three days off now, and then work two more and then I have a week off, a week I'd like to use to my advantage, to really just relax and be awesome.

I opened at work today, at 6am, so I had to wake up at 5am, stumble in to the kitchen and make breakfast, and call a cab. I drifted in and out of sleep in the back of the cab on the way to the work. Most of my time at work was spent feeling extremely tired, my eyes hurting and feeling as though they were going to fall out. I was way ahead at work, getting everything done early and having extra time to do dishes. I had to go to the CVG to make sandwhiches, which I hate, but I went down late and came up early, so it wasn't so bad I suppose.

I got a ride home and almost immediately went to sleep, sleeping for almost four hours. I woke up still tired, but hungry as hell. I made spaghetti and watched Mythbusters, and afterward played Mass Effect 2. I had a bath and now I'm writing in bed, which is rather uncomfortable.

I have no set plans for tomorrow, but I figure I'll clean, read, play games and watch TV. Should be good... relaxing I hope.

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