August 07, 2002 :: 9:56 a.m.
a little drop of morning sunshine
When I woke up this morning, my parents were in the living room having a rather heated discussion. I laid in bed and stared at the wall until they were finished, because it was about money and school and I prefer to let myself believe that this is going to work out instead of admitting the reality of the situation.
My throat feels worse than it did last night. I had some Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast, and I think that the soymilk temporarily soothed my throat, which was nice because it meant that eating didn't hurt. I think for the most part, though, that it's going to be a water and yogurt sort of day. Maybe some lettuce. But anything that's dry is out of the question, because dammit, lubrication is the key and right now I'm out of that.
Blah. I really don't want to go to work. I close. I hate closing. I hate it with a fiery passion, because the afternoons are so fucking dead that it takes forever to reach 6 o' clock. I don't like spending forever at the bagel shop. I'd rather spend forever just about anywhere but the bagel shop. But money has made us all its bitch, so I have to go and spend the rest of my natural born life (read: the longest 7 hours known to man) selling bagels to mannerless business-people for $6.50 an hour. And I have to leave in 15 minutes. Oh, how my heart beats with anticipation.
Adam said that he might come visit me at work this afternoon, and I'm hoping that he does, because otherwise I have a feeling that this day is just going to blow. It will have no redeeming qualities whatsoever, and will only serve to further darken my perpetual bad mood.
I'm really good at gearing myself up for a bright new day, don't you think?
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