Beat reality back into submission...

Sleep ended up coming late to me last night, despite having been on the phone until 3:30 AM. Even after that, I lay in bed thinking, awaiting sleep which wouldn't come until shortly after 4, and that was only because I was so tired from the bike rides to and from work, not to mention work itself.

I can't sleep when someone I care for is upset or distressed...I feel like I must do something to reverse their mood, because it's the type of person I am.

I hate reality checks, so when that happens, I take a baseball bat and beat it back into submission. When society and their norms work their way into my mind, I do everything to expunge it from my mind, for society's mindset about everything usually depresses me. Such was the case last night...

I really apologize for getting your hopes up last night...I didn't mean to hurt you, if I did.

Just know I still love you.

Now I go to work...and I hope you feel better.

A table with a lot of Fish...

So I woke, continuing my quest on beating my own record for the number of consecutive days I've been alive, and snarfed some cereal-like substance. Then, biked to work, but before I did, Bob said that I couldn't ride home, seeing how I didn't have a bicycle headlight and lit reflector. Easy. Simple solution. Pay $15 to get both at Wal-Mart. No inconvenience. Today would be the last day I would spend with Tracy, Nikki, and Alyssa, since it was their last day today. Alyssa I will see again at MCLA, and as for the other two, who knows? But I'll miss them. Break was fun, with Tracy, Pam, Travis, and I just laughing it up. Work ended on a good note, and I biked back home, arriving all hot and sweaty. Showered, and had 3 hours of alone time, chatting with April until 1 AM. In that time, I sent her the first October Project album, and updated my contest.

Now, I sit here, really wishing I could be not. While I am happy, yes...it's the fact that Rob rolled a huge joint, smoked it, is now quite stoned, and the room smelling of weed that doesn't appeal. Oh, well. I'll live.

4 days of Wal-Mart remain, and on that note, I will continue to vegetate, then go to bed eventually.

Nighty night, all.