Day3

She worked at a library. And a coffee shop. Neither workplace was completely right for her, but she still loved them. At the library she helped people find what they needed and had enough down time to stick her nose in the corners that were least explored. She found inspiration at the library, smelling the history and feeling the creativity. At the cafe she saw so much colour, and laughed so much. Characters everywhere. Plus coffee. She was happy overall.  She also liked overalls.

Right now I'm sleepy. I'm the kind of sleepy where your eyes feel gritty and all they want to do is close.  The kind of sleepy where you know you need to wash your face and brush your teeth or at least take your oversized earrings off so you can fall asleep. The kind of sleepy where the possibility of focusing on anything is a far and distant memory. You can try to push through it and sometimes it works.  But mostly you fail and get sleepier until you fall in a pile of limbs and sleep and wake with a kink in your neck. 

She ate ice cream a lot, mint and Jaffa and chocolate