Excessive

Work was kinda of unexpectantly retarded today, mostly because there was an event I was pretty much unaware of, which on any day is a pain in the ass, but on a day like Sunday, where there is already a continental, brunch and a large wedding, it's very annoying.

Another day of work, another day of coming home feeling empty and falling asleep by accident.

I don't think I've got any writing in me today. It was a day at work, much like all days at work. I made a bunch of salads, worked hard, got a headache, and came home.

I was woken up in the middle of the night last night to quite the loud thunderstorm, which was pretty nice, to be honest, but I was groggy and asleep and didn't know exactly what was going on and went back to sleep almost instantly, so I didn't really enjoy it. I just remember one really huge crash of thunder, and thinking it was awesome, juuuust before falling back asleep.

Having a smartphone or more specifically an iPhone has kind of screwed up my after work routine. I used to come home, and take a half hour to check facebook, twitter, all that fun stuff, and now I pretty much stay up to date on all of that stuff through the day, or at least check it on the way home on the bus, so when I get home I don't have anything to check, so... kinda messes me up.

Yup, that's it... just wanted to spit that out... it was in my brain.

Today was another mediocre day at best, with very little of note happening, and it not being very enjoyable. I don't think this is going to be a very long entry, as there really isn't much to write about.

Today really turned into a nightmare, just thing after thing going wrong or being weird or just sucking and nothing seemed to go right. Yeah, that sounds a bit dramatic, but it's really how I feel the day has been going.

I don't think that I'm going to be writing as much tonight, as I'm feeling pretty mentally drained.

Work today was pretty relaxed as expected, I went in for 8am and once I got there I got the soups and quiche done, and pretty much got lunch ready for the cafe, like the pasta bar and all that. I spent any of the free time I had prepping various things, like tomato sauce, beef stock, potato salad, greek salad and cleaning up the kitchen after everyone.

I lived today from a list, and it was wonderful. What do I mean? I mean essentially I woke up, made a list of things to do, and just went through doing each thing all day. I've written about it many times, in many different ways, but it boils down to the fact that having a structured to-do list helps me with my mood, my energy and my just overall well being.

Work was long and tiring today, it gave me a headache and I felt disoriented. You think I would have been happy to get home, but I'm pretty sure I was on autopilot and I barely remember even getting in.

I don't feel good.

Yes, these words have graced these pages before, and yet I sit down here again, late at night, and write the same things as I always do. I guess I should explain myself first...