Wake up grumpy. Why? No reason except perhaps the prospect of a new cold and rainy day. Want to go back to California.
The guy next to me in the subway gets closer. I just leave, blaming myself for not yelling at him.
Push myself to ask girls at work for lunch. Better than eating alone with my black ideas.
Watch some cat videos with my coworker. Don't ask me what I do for a living. Just Christmas time. Not so much to do. For once, I don't care so much.
Go to see the movie "Murder on the Orient express". The best part? The drink before with my friends.
Need to call back the plumber.
And my brother.