Work early

Oh HI. I’ve been up for almost 20 hours.

I am a hero.

I am great.

I am an idiot.

Wednesday 3pm: Dear diary, I have to open the shop tomorrow. I have never opened and it’s sort of exciting but at the same time it means I will have to wake up early and that really sucks.

Wednesday 10pm: I should really get to sleep since I have to wake up early tomorrow. By that I mean 7am, to catch an 8:30 bus to reach by 9:00am at the shop to open the shop by 9:30. Kill me. Actually, no need; this will kill me. I haven't woken up before 9am in yonks!

Oh well, at least I won't have to close the shop. I hate cleaning. 

Wednesday 11:59pm: I should sleep.

Thursday 1:12 am: Yeah I should really sleep. But watching Seinfelt seems so much more interesting.

Thursday: 1:54am: Okay, I’ll go to bed. But wait, I’m hungry.

Thursday 2:45am: Well I think I should sleep.

Thursday 7am: There is a really annoying noise known as my alarm. Snooze.

Thursday 7:05 am: Snooze

Thursday 7:06am: Snooze

Thursday 7:10am: Snooze. This is getting repetitive right? Welcome to my mornings.

Thursday 8am: Mum screaming. Bus in half an hour. Shit.

Thursday 8:30am: Bus. Hair. Makeup. Breakfast. Did I even brush my teeth? Chew gum.

9:15am: cool. I’m here early. I’m a bloody hero. What a great person. Look at me, all glammed up in half an hour. Go me!

9:35 am: So it turns out that my roster said 9:30PM, not AM. I'm closing the store. I will be cleaning. I am going home. Thank you, universe.