ask me nothing leave me be;

I don't remotely miss my insomnia, but it had its perks. Well. One single perk, and that was staying up obscenely late had no consequences at all. Because I didn't have a choice in the matter, and I did that anyway. And getting up early wasn't a problem either, because I did that everyday, too.

... Okay, I miss my insomnia even less, now. But I'm tired. That's what I'm saying here. I'm very tired, it's my own fault and it sucks.

Shift at GameStop means I miss out on the next trip to Oceanside, no more farmland for me, but that won't be until Thursday or Friday or whenever. For now, and for the next couple days, it's gonna be gas stations. Gas station after gas station, and it's a good thing we're ninja masters when it comes to measuring those, because then it'll be just a bit more bearable. Except my dad might push to get three done in a day, but when you factor in a lunch hour ... not going to happen. Pretty much never does.

Seriously, whenever my dad hires another crew they bill him eight hours to survey a single freaking gas station, and usually they miss crap so we've got to go to the site ourselves anyway. If I know everything you need to shoot, a crew leader really oughtta know, too, goddamn.

And uh. Yeah, I'm tired.