I hate my routine being upset. It upsets me, and I may bite if not approached with caution.
My day at the shop was fraught. I spent my time clearing up the mess and correcting the sales book. And I accidentally killed the stepladder. It shall be missed. Honest...
Day one back at work, and I feel absolutely terrible. I am meant to be going out tonight with a friend who is escaping the country for a fortnight, but I do not feel up to it. It is the second time in a row that I have blown her off, and I hate myself for doing it.
If I was not being messed around by everyone, it would be fine. Get home from work, go out, work the next day, eat brownies. Simple. But even the brownie routine is a mess at present. Someone may have to die for that.
But they can live for today. It is dad's birthday.
Tomorrow, on the other hand, is a different story.
