Have I mentioned I hate Mondays? No, really have I? I can’t stress this point too strongly; I HATE Mondays! Especially when it is Mondays like this when everything goes wrong.

I woke up late, nothing I wore looked good, my hair was unmanageable which resulted in a bad hair day, I didn’t have breakfast, I was 15 minutes late for work and I didn’t have time to stop at Starbucks for my fix.

Also, what the fuck is wrong with my body? Am I falling apart? It seems like I’ve got some kind of infection in my left eye. It started yesterday with a slight puffiness but today it looks like someone punched me in the eye! This, in combination with the permanent dark circles under my eyes, makes up for a very sexy look. Seriously though, what is going on with my body? Every 3 days or so something new and weird happens to me (health-wise). If this is happening while I’m still in my 20’s then what the hell will happen to me when I get into my 40’s or 50’s?

The fact that I’m a drama queen has been established numerous times so let’s just move on, shall we? Let’s shall.

On Saturday I went to London to meet up with a friend I hadn’t seen in years which was exciting and really odd. It was like I went back in time. It felt comfortable even though we hadn’t spoken much in a long time (I’m really bad at keeping up with my correspondence) but at the same time it was a little weird because she is now married. I don’t have any friends who are married but then again she is almost 10 years older than me. Out of all the friends I have right now (and I have a lot of them) I really can’t picture any of them getting married. I’m not talking about online friends. I’m talking about the ones I see everyday or every so often (it’s hard to keep up, you know?). I think it’s time to start thinking about this and get used to idea before someone tells me they’re getting married and I reply with something really immature, like; “WHA? You can’t be! Are you pulling my leg?/Are you yanking my chain?/Are you taking the piss?/Are you winding me up?/Are you shitting me? REALLY? YOU? GETTING MARRIED??”.

Because after reacting like that I don’t think I will be invited to the wedding and it’s not like I can get back at them by not inviting them to my wedding. Then I will start losing my friends. I will get an iguana (or a snake) for a pet. Become a bitter old man and chase the children away when they come “trick or treat-ing”.

GOSH! Sorry about that, I’m back now. I got lost in my own thoughts there. Wow, my brain works in mysterious ways, I got scared there for a moment. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, London. I had a very good time but I had to catch the last train back to Brighton as I really didn’t feel like staying in London for the night.

Did this post have a point? Oh yeah: I hate Mondays.

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Not all is lost…
on the train to training (part 3; it’s not even morning yet!)

Written by Colin Brooks on 04.09.06 at 2:34 pm.