Diary Entry #1
Getting up for work. Boring as usual. At least I have something to do other than sleep, eat and fiddle with computers. I can write in this brand new diary I bought. Only £4 from the local stationary store named P.A. Shawns. It’s brown fake leather with a little brass clip. About 300 pages inside it, which is amazing. I have no idea if I’m going to need that many though, considering my life is pretty dull.
So, I got up this morning. Usual time. 6:45am approximately, although my alarm clock is weird. Sometimes it wakes me up at 6:40, other days 6:50. I should really invest in a new one. But anyway, I got up from my double bed covered in a crystal white sheet and stood beside it. In my small, uninteresting room. Just the wooden end table and the overhead window I mentioned before. I went into my kitchen, bare footed. Took some semi-skimmed milk out of the fridge, got out the half full box of corn flakes from the wooden counter and poured myself breakfast. Nothing exciting, but I didn’t have the time or motivation to create something spectacular. After eating, I brushed my teeth with my little blue toothbrush and shaved before changing out of my red pyjamas and putting on my white shirt, black trousers, brown tie and grey socks which were always in my black leather shoes. You might say this uniform was a bit smart just for working with computers. Indeed, it was. But the manager was very iffy about presentation and he wanted everyone to look like they were being employed to work for a higher class job than what we were actually being paid to do. I took my keys from the kitchen counter, left the flat and went down to the car park where my blue ‘04 Mazda MX5 was waiting for me. I love my car. I’m not one of those people who washes it every day and kisses it like a fucking supermodel, but I do like it a lot. Cute little car.
The next 8 hours were me sitting at a computer doing stuff you really wouldn’t be interested in, so I won’t write that in. When I got home, I took my tie off, left my shoes under my bed (the place I always put them after work) and sat on the dark red sofa. It felt so good to finally be home. I don’t think I’ve ever actually appreciated how lovely of a flat this is. £750 p/month - it’s really good. I love my bedroom. The colours are amazing. It’s everything I’ve always wanted ever since I was about 17. I turned on the television and saw my favourite tv show, Primice, was on. It’s a sci-fi horrific show about hunting demons and weird things. If you like all things weird, I definitely recommend it. What am I saying? You’re a diary.
I’d been watching it all the way through. 60 minutes. Now that was over, it was time to make dinner. Just a simple meal tonight. These cute little pasta packet thingys I buy from the supermarket are delicious. Just cheesy pasta with bits of broccoli on top. Good for the pocket, bad for the heart. It says “2g salt p/100g” on the back and that is pretty bad. Anyway, once I’d eaten that, I heard the weather outside. It was raining. Rather hard. I pretty much sprinted to my bedroom and took my shirt off.
I lay there, admiring the sound waves just outside the overhead window in my bedroom. The pitter patter of the rain against the double glazing was so relaxing and symphonic. Is symphonic a word? I guess that’s something else I should’ve mentioned in my prologue. Sometimes I’ll say words I think are real but actually aren’t. Forgive me please. Anyway, the rain was so calming. I could hear the gentle breeze of the wind blow the raindrops around the flat. The hydrogeon and oxygen were fighting against the pressure alternating air and the decreasing of water against my window was an absolute wonder to my ears.
I can’t remember much after this. I guess I must’ve fallen asleep. But that’s pretty much a typical day for me. Apart from the rain. The rain was a nice surprise. I really like rain.
