The Mike Haddad Show: This is relevant to my interests.

Have you ever had one of those days where you felt like no matter what happened you'd be in a good mood? Even if you woke up from a dream where you were a fugitive trying to escape to BC or your friend just told you that an ex is going to kick your ass if you say anything bad? That was me today.

Despite the fact that I had an right hour shift to look forward to this morning I could console myself with the knowledge that it would be my last shift as a smoothie whore. Even my horribly embarrassing encounter with the bench press last night couldn't get me down; I could hold my head high with the knowledge that it was all in my head and that I didn't really get my ass handed to me by the weights I had just imagination. That trainer never actually helped me save myself from that extra set. Nope.

To celebrate my mood I decided to remember to tell the university that I will be attending in September and that I really do love them and that I just missed their email and I'm not actually ignoring them. All in one long, run on sentence. I think they got what I meant. Moving on from there I continued to celebrate by treating myself to music books. Who doesn't love Mariah and Wicked? Separately they're enough to make almost everyone I know squeal. But together they're like some sort of super orgasm created to keep people addicted to it and not sex. Addicted I am. I spent the rest of my free time before work playing.

I think I'm going to miss the people who work around me. I'm also going to miss watching people. I'm definitely not going to miss all the uppity customers or staff. But you always get some bad with the good. The good is also something I can are whenever I want too. I work out here, have the contact information and I'm prepping myself for yoga in the park.

Then as my day went on my head started to pulse a little. Soon I was into a full on throb with the occasional trip over a chair or a box or my feet. Then before I knew it I had spent an hour on the chair in the back room trying not to die. So much for my good day. I started noticing things I hated about people. Like that one girl who thinks she's hot shit (she's not), and gets all rude when people don't hit on her. Had it not been for Alex coming to save me I might have killed someone. So to prevent any possible murders I'm going to sleep for 24 hours. Someone wake me up on Saturday.