Monday blues.

Ever get the feeling that the universe is just set against you? Well, if there's such a thing, it's working particularly awkwardly today with regards to me. I'll give you a little insight into my tormented day so far (btw: it's only 12:29 now!) My day started with a very unwelcoming awakening, the sound of rain hammering off my bedroom window. I sighed, heavily, turned off the shrill call of my phone alarm and physically forced myself to abandon the lovely comfort of my bed, departing my love until later in the day. I almost shed a tear, the separation is almost too much. It's 8am, and it's still grey and dark out. The street lights are struggling to break through the thick misty morning. It's not exactly a motivational start to the day. I have breakfast, (not enough coffee) and just manage to catch my first bus, after multiple people testing my patience (and my poker-face.) 

I end up just on time for my next bus, and because I'm a nice person, I let the elderly woman in the queue get on the bus in front of me. Turns out, everyone behind said woman got transferred to a bus due ten minutes later. Cue me ignoring every impulse I had not to swear and scream at my damned bad luck. Eveything this morning just seemed to be set against me, it went on and on, and now, I find myself on a bus homeward bound, funnily. Boycotting my last film studies lecture because I'm a mess, it's rainy and I'm in need of lots of coffee. Oh, and I have an unbelievable amount of reading to do for tomorrow morning. Really, today is a day for sitting at home with piping-hot food and lots of caffeine, maybe a duvet, a film, a good book or in my case, probably Sky+ planner. I have 2 hours of Downton to catch up on, and that's just in the last week. 

Ps. I need fish finger sandwiches, or soup as a matter of urgency. ✋