High Anxiety

Mood:

Listening to: The Eagles’ Lyin’ Eyes

I don’t want to be at work. I hate this feeling and I don’t want to be at work. I got up early, like I usually do these days, and thought to myself ‘maybe Mum’s left some rum under the kitchen sink.’ And sure enough, there it was. First thing on my stomach: rum and energy drink. It felt great… for about ten minutes, then the feeling wore off, then I drank more, then I felt lazy. Then I had to eat but there was nothing for me, so I got McDonald’s. I still had to pack for a three day trip, get ready for work, and pick up a coworker, all by 11am. It was nearing 9:30am and I finally got my ass moving. I managed to pack a small suitcase, two shopping bags, and an overnight bag; I really tried not to overpack. I forgot my favorite energy drinks and the Nintendo, but oh well, I guess. Because I drank first thing, now my body’s done for the day, only I have a whole shift to get through. It’s maddening. Why am I like this?!