the day where i fell asleep at my desk and cried for no good reason

Yep.

Today sucked.

It was 8.07am on Royal Street, East Perth and I had tears welling up.

And I don't know why.

"Hey, are you here yet? I need a hug... I feel like I want to cry and I don't know why." I messaged him.

Those welled up tears turned into crocodile tears wading down the Amazon of my face. This is not a good look when you're meant to be doing vox pops.

I gathered myself and greeted the cafe owner. He asked me where'd I drank coffee the other day because I wasn't there yesterday.

I didn't have the heart to tell him that just five days ago, I was on the other side of the country, thanking my lucky stars that I didn't have to drink his horrid coffee.

Soon my Irish friend came downstairs for his daily mug and paper.

He relayed the stories of the day from the newspaper that I'd already read before 6am.

"Did you see the size of that TV? You just want to yell out to the guy in the picture, 'Watch out! That polar bear's going to eat you!'"

The boy walked past the cafe windows with a frown on his face, he was searching for me, but couldn't quite see that I was right under his nose. Literally.

We went and sat in his camo's car. Both unhappy in the fact that we had jobs, not careers and a long wait for a big adventure.

I had a headache and a neck ache. I blame too much sleep (Yes, I fell asleep at 8pm... so wrong). I took my migraine medication.

I was sitting at my desk typing an email that was soon to be the talk of the office.

But I could barely keep my eyes open. I desperately wanted a power nap but I feared the consequences of someone catching me sleeping.

So I ate some chocolate and cowboyed up.

Sometimes it's just one of those days...