Well, I’m officially back to work now. I’m sure some interesting and overly dramatic stories will pop up over the next few weeks that I can share with you all (after carefully changing names, of course), but I don’t have the time or the focus to start today. Why am I distracted?

-I’ve had innumerable songs stuck in my head for the past five days. Most of them are from musicals that I’m overly familiar with—I keep finding myself humming “I Love a Cop” and “Matchmaker.” This isn’t conducive to extreme focus.

-I’ve regained contact with the outside world now that my AP tests are over and done with. This means that I’m now expected to be available 24/7 for contact, apparently. This means that if I don’t check my phone at regular intervals, someone is probably upset with me.

-Robin Hood is out, and I still haven’t seen it. (Yes, this distracts me.)

-My brother is around again. That statement stands on its own, but I’ll give those of you who don’t know him a little hint about just why this might distract me: as many songs as I have stuck in my head, he has at least triple…and he likes to sing. Loudly. Outside my door, maybe even at six in the morning.

-I’m running on less sleep. Read the above statement.

-As of yesterday, I’m once again steeped in caffeine and sugar…for a job—an edible job.

-Acting peppy (or as peppy as I get) in front of customers takes a lot out of me. Especially the French Canadians. I have some harsh words for them as soon as I’m
finished with this job.

Yep, basically this is stealing all of my will power to keep doing anything except wash dishes or complain about customers. This means that blog posts will/would end up being even more pessimistic, random and pointless than ever—kind of like this one.