The insomnia of my teenage years has returned. What that means, if anything at all is beyond me.. but when I do sleep, it comes only in the form of restless stretchs of no more then 5 and a half hours. I'm assulted by strange dreams that seem like distant memories or bad movies, preventing me from sleeping any of those five hours right in a row. They leave me awake in a cold sweat wishing for just black unconciousness. Work is... well just work. I go.. I come home.. and when there I try to be as unobtrusive as possible. I have a hard time relateing to many of my co-workers. I simply don't understand their way of life, nor they mine. Every so often there comes a shining moment when I can actually connect with someone, but thats generally short lived. When I do try to talk, about something in my mind should be common knowledge, part of our culture as a whole, like for example the book 1984, i'm rebuffed by the fact that no one has heard of it. Things like this leave me in a stupified wonder that something I find so common is so foreign to them. And, thusly, when one woman I work with speaks of being a grandmother, I can't help but stare in wide-eyed wonder since she is only 31. I need to find a new job. This is just too mentally and pyshically taxing. Since i'm one of the youngest, strongest, and quite frankly tallest there, i'm usually asked to climb into the high selves to retrieve things while being asked about one of the 400 specific diets I have to keep track of. But its worth it for now, with the paycheck and health insurance. I can only look for another job with the state and hope for weekends off. If I have that I can go back to doing the things I love, like dancing at Ren Fest.. but I digress and theres not enough room to post all my feelings on that. So i'll just sit here, wide awake and look for things to do. ~Ravenfox