Must stay awake until 11. I’m trying to bake something in the oven but I can’t seem to do simple math to calculate how much time is left. I hate it when I get like this. It’s why I always always always need to sleep well. Whenever I don’t have enough sleep, I can’t function for the rest of the day. I don’t need a lot of sleep, just eight hours will do, and I’m fine. Take away a few of those hours and I can’t concentrate for the life of me. I can’t do any work, I can’t read, I can’t think, I can only sit and watch movies or play games until it’s time to go to bed again. That’s why I can get fairly grumpy if I’m disturbed by someone sleeping with me or the fucking false fire alarms that happen so often in this building.

It was worth it though. As Trolley said, home is a nice change, but can’t compete with cigars, sessions, games, some Trailer Park Boys on DVD, and a fun group of people. I think that having no real friends for most of my life has made me really appreciate the time spent with the ones I have now.