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.