It's 1:25 am and I'm pretty much wide awake. in These titles mean nothing.

I have to be at work at 5. I’ve slept some, not sure how much. I was awake when Jim came home from the fair which was several hours ago. I got up and talked to him and checked out the computer and ate a fudgsicle, a peach and a couple cookies. I looked at everything I could think of to look at on the computer and now I’m here.

It’s rare to work on Saturdays. I suppose I’ve worked about half a dozen of them since I’ve been there. It’s only six hours, so we get off at 11 and the time generally goes fast. I have a job I understand that should last through most of the time, maybe all of it. I can go back to bed when I get home.

I’ve always had a casual relationship with sleep. I can take it or leave it. I can go without it and catch up later. I don’t obsess about it.

I pretty much have no one to account myself to. I can sleep or not when I want to.

Freedom’s just another name for nothing left to lose.

I wish I didn’t know now what I didn’t know then.