Love, Ire & Song.

Well, it's been a while.

Have had a hectic weekend, as the cafe where I now work is situated in Palm Bay, which has hosted Margate's Big Event for the past four years. Cue shitloads of people all wanting hot food, drinks, ice cream and our souls. I may be wrong about the last part, but at some times it felt like it. All in all, it was a good weekend, and quite fun at times!

So here I am, sitting in bed with 15 minutes to go before I have to get up and get ready for another day at the cafe. It's nice to have money, but I feel like my summer hasn't started yet. I haven't seen a lot of my friends, although some of that has been due to an inexplicable feeling that is similar to apathy. It's not how I want to feel; and I'm learning that it's pretty much impossible to try and figure out what I'm feeling and why. So that's how it is. I'm hoping to see some people soon as I don't want this summer to be a total non-starter.

As of tomorrow I'm off for three days which is lovely. I've got so much to do; decorate my room, read books for next semester, make jewellery, and of course see my friends. Part of me is really tired and weary with a certain part of my life, and each time I think I've gained some clarity it seems to escape somehow. I sort of wish that I lived back in a time where people had to communicate via letter or in person, as they had no other choice. I think these two methods of conversing are so much better than texting or phoning; although phoning is pleasant as it's often really comforting to hear someone's voice.

9.23- seven minutes to go until the morning work routine. Another day of dishwasher, hot plates of food and numbered wooden spoons.

9.27 now. The hour will be old in 3 minutes.