I’m sitting in Starbucks eating oatmeal. I have four more clients after this. I feel like crying. Seriously, I just want to sit here and cry into my laptop.
Nothing bad happened. I don’t know why I feel like crying, but I do.
There’s a snow storm coming. My mom just called to tell me the roads are bad in Cheshire already. It hasn’t hit Glastonbury yet.
I want to sit and stare at a wall. I’m sure I was a buddhist monk in a past life because I like to quietly sit and do nothing, but I never find the time to do it properly. I don’t want to lay in bed and stare at the ceiling because that has been played out too much in movies. The person is always melancholy, sulking in thought. I don’t want to sulk, I just want to lay down and stare up, and maybe just for today, cry.
I have PMS so bad this month. I don’t usually want to cry. Damn it, my next client is going to be here in 19 minutes. He called a couple hours ago and booked his massage during the snow storm. Why would he do that? A real piece of work this guy’s going to be. I’m not in the mood for crazy people, I have my own bag of craziness I’m pulling from today.
It’s starting to snow. I have to go to the bathroom. My latte is half full. I leave when it is gone, no, I have to leave now. I’m in the habit of staying in starbucks five minutes before my client is scheduled to arrive. I pack up my shit as fast as I can and litterally run across the plaza to my job. I run everywhere though, even when I’m not late for something. I run in parking lots, or any type of long distance. There may be something wrong with me.
Okay, four more damn it.