These Nights

These late nights are destroying me.

The length of a day

The day is not over until I go to sleep.

It's my Birfday

It's my birthday today...

I know that if I don't write anything, I'll regret it in the future when I look back on these days.

I work all week, so I don't have anything really planned, nor can I have anything planned due to that, so I'm somewhat forced into not doing anything for my birthday.

I want to cook dinner for the family... that would be fun. I also wouldn't mind a quiet evening... I suppose that's what I'm getting tonight except I had a huge headache, couldn't eat my dinner, and then fell asleep around 6:30pm until around 9:00pm.

I hate my job, well, I hate the atmosphere/feeling of being at work. Egotistical assholes are difficult to work with.

I've been thinking about time a lot lately, how it passes, how quickly it seems to go, how life is finite. I get upset sometimes, and have to try not to think about it. I think it's always been an issue with my mind, time... but it's a bit different now, I don't know.

I'm going to watch the Jon Dore Show at 2:30am, and until then I'll watch TV or play games.

and that is my birthday. I will sleep until 10:30 or 11am, get up and eat lunch, get dressed, leave for work at 1:15pm, work until 10pm and get home around 11pm (or later depending on how busy it is), and my birthday will be over.