monday sucks + pizza problems

last night i got a shit of a night's sleep and seeing how dedicated of a girlfriend i am, i woke up at 6am to talk to bren on his way to work. not the best idea seeing how tired i was whilst getting ready for school. mum made me a coffee though, like the lovely woman she is.

at 9:30am, i was sitting in modern history. with a small case of monday-itis and a large case i-over-think-every-thing-and-make-myself-sick-about-it, i felt like i was going to throw up and ended up coming home. bren cheered me up by texting me from tafe, and i talked to him until i couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. i made sure not to sleep too long though, so that i may be capable of sleep tonight (probably not likely, seeing i can't fall asleep very easily these days).

the first customers who i served at work tonight were a couple who came in looking pretty happy. until they decided arguing over every small decision. she wanted this pizza, he wanted that. so they got his pizza. she wanted this base, he wanted that. they got his base. she wanted to pay for extras and 'he wasn't paying $3 for it to be gluten free'. then when it came to pay for it, he asked her to use her card because 'his didn't work'. righto.
anyway, while they waited for their pizza i don't think they talked once, and they didn't look very happy when they left..

i'm now off to call sir bren because i miss him super duper muchly and still have three days before i see him. but on friday we're going to the gatton show (he thinks that i'm working and can't go, i'm about to tell him that i can and i'll hopefully put him in a good mood).