Huh. Why am I still awake? Why? Not awake in that, oh I can’t sleep way. I mean I am awake like it’s the middle of the day. It’s crazy! But then, we all know that I am crazy.

So what’s on my mind? Hmm. Well, I was thinking about my phone. It’s like half the size, if not smaller, than my old iPod. It is easily the most-up-to-date cell phone I’ve ever owned. Richard still insists he only agreed to them because I mentioned I needed a new phone to be able to record audio and send it to the blog. Which is true, I couldn’t do that on the other phone. So I was thinking I should ‘call my blog’ more. I was also thinking about my friend Betty. She’s like the Nicole to my Paris, only we really like each other. Or aren’t pretending to be in a fight. Or whatever. It’s totally hot. We need to go shopping. I am also thinking about work. I know… the minute I mention it it’s like that scene in Death Becomes Her in the asylum… everyone sceams, STOP! STOP IT! No! No! But you have to realize it’s just killing me. I hate having insecurities about my job. It is totally foreign to me. My career may not be the best or whatever, but I was good at it. Very good. I hate that it is such drama or trauma for me now. Sigh. What else is haunting me at 3 in the morning? There were a few guys outside my store tonight with hoodies pulled over there heads. Instant flashback to the robbery. An associate even noticed my reaction to it. Who knew I was so easy to read? And what’s with the hoodies anyway? It was like 80 degrees out.

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