I want to ride my bicycle

There’s not much to say today - the mood here at work in sombre and all I have for company is my poor rumbling stomach. Sometimes I get the urge to just go and administer a vicious Chinese burn on Brent. He would cry like a girl though and then I’d feel bad.

People in general are pissing me off today. Stop talking to me! Stop questioning me! Stop looking at me! I don’t want to make small talk with the vending machine man, I don’t want to talk babies, weddings and revenge on boyfriends. I don’t want to speak to ungrateful customers and pushy salesmen. I want to go home and climb into my bed with the covers up to my chin and I want to sleep. For a long, long time.

I think I have fallen into a slump. Just go with it, I say. Some of my friends are annoying me too, all well meaning but irritating none-the-less. Sometimes being the supportive one can get tedious when you don’t get anything back from certain individuals (no one who reads this).

Is this selfish?

Is it also weird that I get on easier with my new work colleagues (Medieval Girl and Goldilocks aside) who are all around the 18 year old mark? They just seem to get it better. And I’m more myself when I’m talking to them - we can discuss movies, music, art - rather than babies, soup recipes and the cat’s bowel movement. I may be twenty-eight (nearly) but I think I’ll always be younger at heart.

So I’m going to start thinking about Crimbo presents now - I’ll catch you on the flipside.

Homies.