<--- @ work in the breakroom with my latte and ham and cheese croissant from Atticus. I love the first sip of their lattes. Makes me want to pause in the cold, freezing walk I'm making back to work and say, "aaah."
In one of the restaurants we ate at, there was a latte for four bucks. The size of my pinky. Good thing I didn't get charged for it because I took two sips and left it on the table. I didn't even say a thing. They knew and I knew they had no clue how to make a latte that was on their menue. Thanks for not charging me!
I had a lot to say but now I am tired, can't concentrate and just want to hit the pillow.
Great work day. Started out in a giddy mood 'cause I won't let anything negative from the former day affect the new day! And it was great. I also felt like the three days of walking nonstop, over the weekend, payed off. Always a good feeling.
Tried out my coworker's short shears and am in love. They're just so tiny and comfy. I will get them when I can. Getting tools is like getting Christmas toys or presents! It's also payday. Calculated how much I make hourly and I guess for three days a week with commission override, it's not too bad.
I feel like a lousy loser piano player. Makes me feel distressed. I like that word. Distressed.
I received twelve pieces for the next two months. And what can I play? Only one with way too many mistakes. And today, in one of the songs, there were, like, six lines just for one phrase and my eyeballs had no clue where to go and what to focus on, ending up trying to catch up to the singers! She tells me, "she'll send you a check..." and I'm thinking, 'for what!?' Ah! On the freeway, I started going off the lane, and decided that's how people die. They close their eyes for a second and crash. And after the practice, I was so upset, I forgot to pick up what my younger brother wanted for food. Oh well, tomorrow's another day. Gotta get used to this.
I am surprised my fish is still alive. I don't think I will have pets in the future. Just for their own good!
I finally got my license in the mail. Security won't have to take so long to ask me for another piece of identification, at the airport. And it is me. I just don't look like myself.
Anyway, why am I doing this? Just to see if I can stick through and not skip a day. And you would think it's easy, but I forced myself to write today.