I feel bad now for the people who come to this blog, because I used up all my intelligent words commenting, but I'm fairly sure it was worth it. It seemed like a good thankyou for some damn good scones.
Onto the drivel. Not only was it my first day back at work, it was the day that I actually checked my hours for the next couple of weeks. For those who don't know, I work front counter and supervisor at a supermarket. Usually nights, cause I'm not a morning person. I usually do 5 days, two of them shorter so it's about 30 hours all up. This week? My first week back from holidays when I want to ease back into the swing of things? I get the full 38 hours. 6 days straight. Damn.
Still, because of this I'm not feeling bad about the fact that I still haven't unpacked my car after the market. I have a full time job (this week) and no time for that stuff.
Also, I'm very very lazy. And I ate too many scones. They're little, and you think to yourself "Well, they're small, so I'll have more than I usually would." Then you have 8, when you would normally have had three. Then you can't be bothered getting off the bed anymore.
Happens to the best of us, man.