an old boy on a park bench, thinking in the past tense, looking for the words

There's a layer of fog outside, making everything appear slightly ominous. "Halloweeny," Oyster called it. My night shifts went well, very well if I can say so. Slightly stressful, but not more than I'd imagined. Sugar had night shifts the same nights as me, which felt nice though we worked at different places. It's just the feeling of knowing that your bud is a few metres away. On Wednesday I only slept for three hours after my night shift. So in the evening I was supposed to go to bed early, but I somehow stumbled across the brilliant idea of gifting Volla a mug with Kevin McCloud's face on it. To my big disappointment I couldn't find any on Ebay or Amazon. So I ended up designing one myself via an online photo shop. They were having a sale, so of course I decided I needed to evoke some pictures as well. I ended up spending hours doing this, and not going to bed until late. Thursday, or yesterday, I spent the day with my belieber friend. I tagged along to her local mall because she needed to buy salad. But before the grocery store, we ended up looking at shoes. And well, I tried on a pair of knee high boots, and fell in love. I just couldn't not leave the store without them. I'm a bit peeved at myself for not having more willpower, but I've allowed myself the shoes because I know I've been lusting for a pair of these for a looooong time. However, this means there will be no more shoes for me unless they're gifted to me. It also means I'm not allowed to buy a new coat, regardless of how tempted I am. We basically spent the day watching television and chilling, which was perfect. Last time I saw my belieber friend, I told her to invite me home soon, because I'd missed just tagging along home with her and doing exactly what we did yesterday. Also, I hadn't seen Darren or their cat in months, so that was nice. I also really enjoy the trip home, because I love public transport late at night. There's a lot less people around, more calm. When I got home I was met with a postcard from Ale. It's from months ago, the summer when she went travelling. Nevertheless it was such a lovely surprise. I love getting mail like that. There's just something about getting a card in the mail that can light up your day. Today I met up with Oyster. Walking up their drive-way I met her dad, who complimented my coat. As did her mother. I did some survey for Oyster, had a chat about my life and being a nurse with Mars. Then I ate some food, and we stayed downstairs in the kitchen/living room area. The heart of the house, as they say. Reminisced about our youth and teenage years. It's weird to think how different I used to be once upon a time. Oyster went to exercise at 9 pm, so I accompanied her to the fitness center, and tried to spook her. Hugged her goodbye, and went grocery shopping. Standing in line at the check out, I realised it's Friday night. "And here I am buying mushroom and salmon," I thought to myself.