One time a thing occured to me, whats real and whats for sale? Is it you, is it me? Sometimes I close my mind. Dreams that wake me in my sleep. They have me shaking at times and waking in sweat. Don't like the feeling of that, for sure that is. Bad dreams I wish didn't wake me. Bad dreams I wish I didn't remember. It's okay, it's okay. I'm going to call some more Ambien in. Surely I don't remember anything after taking that. And thats exactly what I need to get these dreams out of my mind because I can't live this way, please refill my soul.

It's all okay, it's all okay. Four bottles of tryptophan on their way, on their way. And man do I like that stuff. I tried taking some this morning before I left for work. Pretty good feeling all day, not so tired, a bit more focused maybe? And god damn am I glad to be making $13.50 an hour. I remember back when I worked for $8.00 an hour; when my work was finished, I wanted out of there. I didn't want to stick around and find more work to do, I just wanted to go home. It's different at this job. I like being there. I like making $13.50 an hour. Good thing about that all is I'll most likely be getting another raise tomorrow, just as long as they want the website is up and live. NICE. I have two other websites to crank out for the company bringing the total to three.

I really enjoy where I work. I enjoy the people I work with. They are all super nice with me, but I can usually feel the hostility and jealousy from some of the laborers who have been working there for years. I'm making more than them and by more, I mean a lot more. It's another plus when you have someone your age working with you making the day more interesting. Pretty penny was her name.

Wine every night before bed. At least one glass. I started this new thing last night. And I plan on doing it for a long time to come.