But walking to work I find myself in a bubble, thinking about my uncle dying, my dad dying in November and well it's tearing on my happy.
It was tough enough before this.
But I try to focus on the good stuff and just begin each day with a deep breath.
Don't know any other way really.
I'm in my room already very annoyed with the Italians and their +7 something friends being noisy as so many times before.
To stop myself from getting pissed off Im submerging myself in fashion magazines!
Today at work was slow, nothing new I guess.
Only a week and a half left at Armani.
And I'm ok with that.
That's all for now.
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