And at about midday...

It's about midday for me now and after a shower and some food in my system, I find myself a little easier to talk to and be around. Now I'm sitting once more, next to the young man , watching and listening To him play Arkham. My mood is better, my hair is clean and I have not had a cigarette craving in a while. I'm feeling pretty glorious.
And now I'm thinking about how down I have been lately. Thinking too much about what wrong I feel like I have done somehow, but I think I'm over it for now. I have a roof over my head, a caring lover and a most wonderful job. I'm also thinking about something I heard.
You thought you were so mature, didn't you? Thinking that you were so much better because you knew what you wanted for yourself. From what I hear, you have no freaking idea do you? You're just a lost, scared, messed up little girl with too many problems to count.
And with that out, I had a thought. I have to work tonight. It's Monday and as strange as it
sounds, I love Mondays. It's a new week full of the most hilarious, ridiculous bullshit ever.
From customers telling their other girl friends that "like, oh my god. This is totally a real street in London." to which I reply, "actually, It's Diagon Alley". and then they look at me
as if I'm god(I should keep convincing people that Diagon Alley IS a real street in
London...located on the dogdey end. Oh the fun I would have),to the crazy shinangans and
tomfoolery that my coworkers and I comebup with, Mondays are always super fun for me. It is
exciting and silly but I enjoy them.
So, to let everyone into my work day, I have decided to blog every monday about the insanity
that I encounter every day of every week. I hope you are prepared, reader. This will get rather ridiculous.

Over come your obsticles and defend yourself.

The chronicles of a day: the first feeling of the morning.

So tired. Sitting with legs crossed, listening but not quite hearing.
The kettle is boiling. The radio as ambiant. The morning is taking action around me. It's still befor noon, that Still makes it morning, right?
Whatever. Doesn't matter much. Don't care much for the technicalities.
The younge man sits beside me, munching away on some toast and jam whilst he is engrossed in the paper. He doesn't pay me much attention now and I'm alright with that. Morning is not the time to be demanding attention from others. It's the time of waking up. I know that I have no care about anyone other than myself in the morning. I thinknof nothing other than my own comfort, getting my own food, my own tea. I couldn't care less about some one sitting next to me, because in the morning, those first fifteen to thirty minutes of the day are for me. Does that make me a horrible person? Let me wake up for a bit before I start asking questions.