work is ick.

this week i took over phone call and ad maintenance duties for the real estate biz. my brain is fried as a result-- or at least that's a convenient enough thing to blame it on. also worked my first night at the cafe since returning to va, and all i could think about all night was whether my robbers would return for the laptop before i got home. i dreaded not being able to find a nearby parking place, and having to make a late walk-- just general paranoia-- but the spot behind the building was open (a pure miracle after 6pm) and my apartment was unmolested. i've been hiding this laptop whenever i'm not at the apartment and leaving the old broken dell on the coffeetable, just in case... and i haven't been working out on the balcony, which is a drag. i should probably find a new roommate. or some chill pills. in order to do this phones task, i have to be awake during the day, which has been a challenge. my body is completely confused. after the 2nd 9am wakeup day, i couldn't get to sleep at night (huh?), so last night i fell asleep around 6pm... and woke up at 1am this morn. not a particularly convenient situation, because i was hoping to pick up a shift at the cafe tonight. (rent is looming angrily, due to the extra hotel expense in florida.) i feel completely drained of personality these past few days. i hadn't really noticed it until i found myself telling someone via email that i had cleaned my kitchen last night. as if he cared! i probably just need some sort of social interaction.