Had my first cigarette since Leah's birthday last night at the Cantab. Today I feel like death. My chest is heavy and angry, and I have a caffeine headache. I need my fix of espresso before I'm quite myself.
I'm old enough where I know how I react to thing. I know change is hard on me. I like working at my new store and like the people, but it will be a bit before I stop comparing everyone there to everyone at my old Starbucks. They were like my little neurotic Boston family. I can't get over thinking they're going to forget all about me when they don't see me every day.
This sleeping more than 3 hours a night thing is nice.