I've already said my final goodnights for the evening, prepared to retire early on account of drooping eyes, a still slightly upset stomach, and tired muscles. But you know, it's so like New York for the people not to sleep. I had tucked myself away in the comforts of awaiting dreams when the guilt of work pulled me straight again and on my feet I was, trudging back to the computer with the hope of checking at least one task off my list--task managed, by the way. I came into the front room to find my roommate missing. She goes out at night a lot now and where she goes, well I don't know exactly. Things have changed though. We have changed. I pinned her as quiet and shy, a nut in a shell. But here we are and and I'm here alone while she's the socialite. Like an old woman, I just don't have the endurance to keep up with these people. I become too mentally exhausted too quickly. I try to do work at all the wrong times, for when I'm focused, they're all loud and talking on their cell phones while giggling at the TV. I sat at my computer, trying to write my film journal when Rich came in and sat down on his phone and had a twenty minute conversation in our room and not to us. The game was on the TV and Tanisha had her hip-hop music on loud enough to invite the neighbors. So eventually I gave up work. You just can't be serious when there's a circus in town. But like I said, I'm here alone now, the room is quiet and the halls are a dull buzz. I don't know where these people get the energy, but all I want to do is fall into a bed of heaven and sleep away my aches and hunger. Carrie