I’ve been working nights for 2 weeks now. Which means I’m sleeping days…

I’m not reading or writing or painting or doing anything really. I’m just existing.

I’m doing it for the money to keep the wolves at a safe distance. It’s a choice.

I’m not complaining, I’m just observing. There is nothing really wrong.

There is no panic. Just a soul sucking sickness that will soon run its course.