Don't lie now. Raise your fucking hand. You cannot be HUMAN without sin - it's what makes us, us. And today, I got to taste a FRESH - and I mean, totally FRESH Italian sub from the Wal-Mart Deli. "Uhm ... Seth, why are you so excited about something like that?" Listen to me ... FRESHLY opened cheese, meats, lettuce from produce AND bread only an hour out of the oven. It was mighty good eating. And you would think that something like that would put me in a good mood today ... no, not really. I didn't see faeries last night because I didn't try - yesterday was a ... bad day. It might seem all miniscule and whatnot compared to horrible days of other people - but to me, my day was bad. I didn't get much sleep the night before - as you can tell, Sunday wasn't the best of days, you know ... so I skipped out on class. I went home after I finished writing that journal entry and took a nap - then went straight to work. I get to work, yeah ... not good. Kids are insane, getting in trouble left and right, not listening - parents are coming in in foul moods ... And right when things start to calm down, the office girl comes up to me and says "Seth, you're working in the kitchen tonight. I hate to be the one to break the news to you, hun." I hate ... HATE working in the kitchen. I couldn't help but wonder what happened to Serena, but I can have a good guess that she quit - and I don't blame her. And everyone at the daycare KNOWS that I fucking hate working in the kitchen - I liked just cleaning the rooms and watching the kids - you know, like what's stated in my job description - I'm not a fucking janitor/dietician. I don't see how the office people can expect me to watch the kids AND start on supper at the same time. Starting ten minutes late because apparently they forget that I needed RELIEF before going into the kitchen - and expect me to do ALL of that work WITHOUT help. I thought I was making good time, until after I cleaned, people would have to keep making messes. So the girl gets on the intercom after all the kids leave, I'm JUST starting to mop, finally, when she asks me if I'm done yet - "Not yet." I say. She says "what more do you have to do?" "Just mop," I said, "and then I'm done." And then I walk off to finish, and I hear her talk on the intercom again, so I walk back over - and it's like the one kid that was left was playing with the intercom because I over heard her saying "What more could he have to do?" So I go back to the intercom and say "I just have to mop the tables, and I'm done." And I over hear "He needs to stop talking and get back to work. I want to go home today, not tomorrow." Yeah, I was hurt at that ... it was my first night back after a month working at something I HATED, she should have been grateful to get out seven minutes early. Not even a fucking apology from her, but several more "Are you done yet? Are you done yet?"s and I was getting aggrivated. I wondered if this was what drove Serena to quit. I most definitely could not blame her for doing that, if the constant hounding and belittling was the case. I get home ... an hour later than I'm used to ... and I just collapse in my chair ... and wait for someone to come online ... to talk to me - cheer me up, something ... but everyone I talked to seemed to be in afoul mood themselves, "oh woe is me" kind of crap, so I started to fake being cheery. Maybe if I pretended enough, I would actually start to believe it ... And then, I'm actually starting to feel better, and my lovely comes on ... and I'm thinking "finally" and I just light up - and I don't have to pretend to be cheerful anymore, because I actually do feel better ... with all the kisses and the cuddling ... But then bad things happened, stressful moments, and we started fighting ... and it all just ... went away ... I didn't want to wake up this morning ... I just ... didn't. Didn't want to get out of bed or go to class or anything, but I did ... and now here I am, about to go to my car and lie there for a minute ... then go to work ... which I know I will hate today ... because I must work in the kitchen. Hopefully, when I get home, I can use this Rue serum that I made in chemistry lab and rub it on my eyes so I can see the faeries ... then ... hopefully, I can sit down ... and my lovely and I ... will have a good conversation ... and everything will be right again ...

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...oh ... well ... Personally, I'm getting fed up with Hot Topic, but ... whatever.