I woke up this groggy morning to the sound of my alarm blaring out the same annoying beep; I quickly shut it off, shuffling out of bed rubbing my eyes so hard I nearly go blind for a second. I look around my room trying to remember what I was getting up for, but then I remembered work, ugh work again. I slowly walk to my bathroom, forcing myself to turn on the shower and pull my hair out of my ever so messy bun. I head downstairs and open my wallet, savaging for extra change, so I don't have to use my credit card, only to find that there was nothing but pitiful five cent pieces laying around the table, I sigh dragging my feet to feed my kitten, and back up stairs to slowly get into the shower- I get out feeling a little more refreshed.
I go into my room wrapped in my towel, and scrounge around for my work clothes that still smell of the stinky fries they sell at that dreadful place. After getting ready for work I hop in my car and scroll through Facebook one last time, only to find out that my favourite band is playing in Perth this week and tickets are almost sold out, I go to the link provided, and purchase my tickets before I forget and go down to the cafe meeting Emily, my best friend from year 10, she squeals with excitement as she wraps her lanky arms around me, explaining what she's doing for the concert, she stops suddenly and gives me a glare and asks if I even bought my ticket, I spoke with my solum American accent responding to her question, she squeals once more, making my coffee and taking my card, I tell her I have to go and she gives me one last hug before I leave, man I love her, I pull into Hungry Jacks, starting off work depressing as usual, and going home to a nice nap with my kitten Amythest.
