Clocked in at 9:20. The commute was bad. There was a lot of kids on the bus. I tried to shut out the noise, and thankfully they went off at the first stop after I got on, but I still started crying afterward. It's usually not that bad, and I don't think lack of sleep is the only cause.
Although I got up at seven this morning, I wasted the whole first hour. It was just past eight when I stepped into the shower. Breakfast was eaten in a hurry, and tea drunk on the way to the metro. Very good tea, I'm glad I had it, although I might have been a quarter of an hour earlier if I hadn't had it - I suspect I just missed a train, as I had to wait quite a while for the next one.
Really good tea. This day would have been classified as horrible without it. In my rush I forgot to bring my knitting. I forgot to take my meds, and remembered as I was waiting for the metro - I have some in my bag just for occasions like this. I tried dry swallowing; it went a lot better than I thought it would, but I bought a bottle of Farris at the kiosk anyway.
I suspect I'll have less money now that I'm working - I get all these extra expenses when I'm on the move. Food and drink is so much cheaper when it's prepared in the kitchen at home.
I had strange dreams tonight, mostly faded from memory now. Pirates and stuff. Islands with bamboo huts. Tea. And in another dream, someone used flour to simulate snow so their kid could "play in the snow". It worked rather well in the dream, but I can just imagine what would happen if it started to rain.