Hi. I don't know if I'm beginning my spiral into insanity or what.
Wait don't want to gets ahead of myself here. Basically this is my journal. Now you shouldn't be reading this. If you are, you're a bad person.
I guess I should take you through the changes one by one. I think the first change was my hair. It grew a little bit. The only way it was different was my hair grew out. Not down.
I looked in the mirror a bit confused but the thought passed my mind and continued getting ready for nothing. I had the day off.
It was still early in the morning so I decided to get breakfast. I opened the door from my small apartment and started walking down the stairs. The damn elevator has been closed for maintenance. So I have to use energy and walk down the stairs.
On the way down I meet one of my few friends in my life.
"Hey Dylan" I say as he follows behind me walking down
"Hey Chris. What's up?"
"Not much. Heading on down to Jim's for some breakfast." Jim's is a local restaurant with some amazing omelets. Really nice people.
"Ah sweet. I gotta go to work. Hey did you do something to your hair? It looks a little longer."
So I wasn't the only one to notice it. Do I make it weird and say huh or just say that I got tired of the other way.
"Yea I kinda just got tired of it the other way." I say putting on a good poker face.
Small talk continued before I noticed something off about him. I couldn't put my finger on it. Women's intuition if you will. Wait, what the fuck over?! I'm a guy. C'mon brain get your shit together.
I got in the old pickup truck. God damn how does thing still work.
I park in front and receive a warm welcome from the usual workers and get numerous compliments on the hair. I'm surprised it was so noticeable.
I ordered my usual omelette and ate in silence. I looked around and started to people watch. It's not as good as Disney or Walmart but it's still fun.
After I had my fun I payed at the counter and headed back to my shitty apartment.
With the elevator still closed down I began my dangerous journey up two whole flights of stairs. Oh sarcasm is not easily understood in a journal. So that was sarcasm.
I open my door and check the clock to see an hour has passed so I walk over to my living room/bedroom to watch TV and unwillingly dozing back off to sleep.
When I woke up it was five.
Reasonable time to drink.
I opened up a can of beer and heard a few knocks at my door. On my way to the door I realize it's my birthday. How the fuck did I forget that.
"Happy Birthday!" I was greeted with that once I opened the door.
In front of my door was Dylan, my friend Anthony and November.
They walked in with a cake. I was twenty five today. They each were holding presents.
I smiled as they set it all down. Dylan going for the fridge with the cake. It's great to know my friends actually remembered.
We all watched TV and drank a little ending up a little drunk but not enough to be hugging and talking about starting a business.
The whole night was pretty uneventful all in all. They all left and I was left with the leftover cake and the clean up. But I made an executive decision and said fuck that.