4:30 am is when I go to bed. For the past three nights. Reasons?:
1. I watch demon-ridden episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the dark, so I get scared when I close my eyes.
2. I'm alone. In more ways than one.
3. There is so much crap for me to learn from Wikipedia before death. I'll never finish.
4. Facebook is a terrible insomniac-inducing drug.
5. Sometimes I like watching the paint on my ceiling being not wet.
Aside from insomnia, I'm also suffering from an immoral job and the unwanted possession of my virginity.
I work in a call center about 18 minutes from my house. Exactly. The cubicle I work in stinks like misery. It's the smell left over from the middle-aged and a half jersey wearing man that worked in it the shift before man. I told him that I was a writer yesterday in the break room. Tomorrow, he's sending me three screen plays to pass on to "you know, whoever you can when you get outta here."
Outta here. Like it's a prison. A prison that pays just okay. Enough for me to tolerate it for two months and then move on to bigger and better things. But this guy has been there for years. In the same three jerseys and pair of sneakers.
Golly moses, Moses. Let these people go.
