Monday Morning

So...I will soon have been awake for four hours on this Monday morning. And it's been a strange four hours, in several ways. But before I get into explaining everything that's taken place, I'll give a bit of background about the mood I was in at the start of all of this. So this story really starts last night.

Everything smells like paint. There is no furniture pretty much anywhere in that half of the house, and there are industrial fans blowing like crazy. This is the scene I came home to yesterday. I wasn't exactly unprepared, but it was less than pleasant. Plus, I had a terrible headache and had barely eaten. And the prospect of work the next day was not ideal. On top of that, people were being people...in other words, annoying. So yeah, I was in a bad mood. And then I couldn't fall asleep.

Needless to say, waking up this morning was a bit hellish and less than fun. I was tired, I didn't want to commute (and yes, believe it or not, sometimes I actually do), and I was still frustrated with people and things. My train was running a bit late, it started raining as soon as I got outside the station, and the bus was crowded as always. So finally, I get to my building.

As I normally do, I pull out my phone, because certain people worry about me too much and expect me to call when I arrive. I see that I have two text messages and start mentally cursing out the advertisers who inevitably sent them. Whatever. I call, I say "Hi, I got here" and hang up, because that's all I'm expected to do at this point. And then I look at the texts.

Two new texts. Both from my ex. Yes, the one from the relationship which somewhat screwed me over and caused me a significant bit of hell. They were both sent while I was in bed and my phone was off, which is why I didn't get them until this morning. But this is what they said:

I miss us

and then three minutes later:

Seriously

What the hell? I mean...how stupid can you be? It was over a year ago. I ended it. I wanted it to be over. We haven't talked pretty much at all with the exception of required interaction throughout that entire year. This person doesn't even know who I am anymore, what I've been through, what I think, what I'm like.

Are these texts seriously expected to have any effect on me? Even if that relationship hadn't thrown me into the hell that it did...we don't know each other anymore. And frankly, I'm perfectly fine with that. So I guess the one good thing out of that is that it most certainly woke me up. That and now, I'm the one laughing because I'm not going to be stupid enough to repeat those mistakes.

On a completely unrelated note, the guy who is effectively my boss walked up to me roughly ten minutes ago and told me that my writing was really good and he was pleased with my work. That certainly helped put me in a better mood. So I guess the day that started out rather miserably may be turning out less horribly than I expected. And I've only been up for four hours. I think that might be a good thing. But I'll see what happens, I guess.