Night is a strange time because I feel like I belong in it while still staying alienated from everyone else who's asleep already. My enthusiasm has completely dampened from just yesterday; I tried to bring up screenplays to Chris today in a text but he didn't catch my drift and I didn't feel like pushing it at the time because I confronted myself with all the logistic issues.
My body doesn't feel good lately. My eating routine has become horrendous, a pound of reheated hot pockets a day and maybe a bagel, maybe some other junk food all eaten at strange times throughout the day. Right now drinking more pop, probably forming kidney stones in me as we speak.
I'm at the crest of the hill right now but I'm not enjoying the sights from the top; it's like I've been on this ride for as long as I can remember and I want to explore the rest of the park. The sun is hiding behind clouds now, but I can tell it's about to set anyway since the night has twilight about it. I'm weary of what I know, and I need a change.
It's weird that every story about alien abduction happens at night- or rather, I guess it's weird that I've never thought about it in such explicit terms before. Night is an alienating time, I need to do something. After everything that's already happened though, how does anyone start to do anything anymore?
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