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Feymaiden 
2:53pm, November 13, 2009
Seriously. Where are all the other insomniacs? I feel like I do when I don’t have internet access and I’m awake at night. I feel like the only person awake.
I had an interview today with a new company. The photographer is really nice and does great work. I’m really looking forward to shooting with them. Other than that, I’ve done nothing this week. I don’t know where my motivation went. I feel like I’m being isolated, even though I know that’s crazy. At least A’s having a party this weekend. Now, to arrange a way to go. Without a curfew would be nice. Heh, I never had a curfew as a teenager. That’s kind of funny. No one really cared what I did (not that I was doing things I shouldn’t have been, but that’s beside the point). We’ll see, I’d really like to go.
I started a new online journal that I’m going to try to post to more faithfully than this. You know, the whole writing feelings down equals healing thing. Or something. More likely, it will be the same randomness here combined with my oh-so-exciting doings and plenty of opinionated rants, all peppered with lots of sarcasm. If you really want to read it, message me for the link. Or I'm sure I'll post it sometime later. Whichever.
I’m thinking about taking some trazodone and trying to knock myself out. I suppose I would feel less lonely next to a sleeping partner who’s practically dead to the world. At least the puppy’s with me. That’s something, I guess.
I had an interview today with a new company. The photographer is really nice and does great work. I’m really looking forward to shooting with them. Other than that, I’ve done nothing this week. I don’t know where my motivation went. I feel like I’m being isolated, even though I know that’s crazy. At least A’s having a party this weekend. Now, to arrange a way to go. Without a curfew would be nice. Heh, I never had a curfew as a teenager. That’s kind of funny. No one really cared what I did (not that I was doing things I shouldn’t have been, but that’s beside the point). We’ll see, I’d really like to go.
I started a new online journal that I’m going to try to post to more faithfully than this. You know, the whole writing feelings down equals healing thing. Or something. More likely, it will be the same randomness here combined with my oh-so-exciting doings and plenty of opinionated rants, all peppered with lots of sarcasm. If you really want to read it, message me for the link. Or I'm sure I'll post it sometime later. Whichever.
I’m thinking about taking some trazodone and trying to knock myself out. I suppose I would feel less lonely next to a sleeping partner who’s practically dead to the world. At least the puppy’s with me. That’s something, I guess.
