Monday Morning

I usually never have a problem with Mondays, but today everything just started out wrong. I overslept, but not simply overslept, I woke up from a nightmare where I was screaming of all my might (in the dream). I got up and made my breakfast as usual, but realising I was not hungry, which is strange, since I usually wake up because I am hungry. It was past 9am, and normally I wake up, without using an alarm clock, between 7 and 8am.
When I arrived at work I felt dizzy and not entirely awake. But there was no chance of slowly waking up, because once again (second time in two weeks) there had been stolen a roomfull of computers during the weekend. For safety measures our flatscreens had been stowed away, so I had to use time to find another monitor before I could even start working.
Since is is Monday, I had to go to my Dutch lesson at 10:45, still not feeling clear in my head. It felt quite unusual sitting there, because I could not concentrate, and by the end of the two hours, I found myself dozing of during one of the interesting explanations by the teacher.

After my Dutch lesson I ate my lunch without much appetite. I did not really wake up until I had a meeting with one of my supervisors who happened to have some nice chocolates left over from his last visit to the airport (this morning). Later I got some more chocolates from Evy, and I was finally able to do some work by late afternoon. What a day.