Sleep

One thing about unemployment--your (or at least my) sleep schedule gets royally fucked up. You don't have to wake up for anything, you don't have a lot to do all day and well you don't have any reason to wake up at a reasonable hour. That and you have a lot of time for napping (yeah I guess unemployment isn't all bad)

Which is why its 3:12 am and I'm wide awake typing this for you. This wouldn't be so bad if I were back in MA in my apartment where I could dance naked in my living room at all hours and no one would know or care...but I'm not home. This week I'm down on Long Island because I was depressed on Sunday and decided to bring down some clothes and furniture to ease my move. For some reason when I'm depressed I like to drive for 5 hours and listen to depressing music. Its soothing.

OK where was I? Oh yeah, I'm at my folk's house. And when you're at mom and dad's house you have to live by their rules and revert to your 16 year old self. Which for me means sneakily staying up very late. Considering I'm 32 years old its pretty ridiculous but my sweet mother becomes terrifying after midnight and I sure as hell don't want to piss her off.

I used to hang out in the den but I got in trouble for that last visit. So here I am, in my old bedroom typing in the dark hoping that she doesn't wake up and notice.

The problem with hiding in my bedroom is that its across the hall from the bathroom and my door has glass panes over it (don't ask me why they're kinda dopey--it's just an old old house) so the glow of my keyboard and the tapping of my keys will certainly tip her off.


ugh...I just realized that in 3 hours my part time 1 year old roommate arrives. sigh, well that is a story for another time.

I'm gonna play some bejeweled blitz, the most addicting facebook game ever.

goodnight