Still, I suppose being a student now has its perks. I'm going semi-nocturnal again, mostly through insomnia. At least I have the luxury of doing that. I've already started to lose some of the weight I put on, and I have more energy. I think that office was draining me more than I was aware of, and I think taking classes will be a lot less problematic. I'm old enough now that I'm not going to be distracted by boys/girls/drugs/freedom/etc, and from the looks of things I'll have plenty of spare brain cycles. (If my competition can't figure out how to pronounce "college"... folks, if you can't pronounce it you probably shouldn't be attending it.)
Plus I'll have an excuse to go socialise -- there's a new club night starting up that looks absolutely delightful. Much dancing will occur. And it's not every week, which means I'll have time to recover after I go play in the pretty silly bouncy synthy music. (Dancing is a bit of a surround-sense activity for me.)
I should go investigate bed now. Meh. 5am rambles are always odd. And my touch-typing is getting worse. Must remember to wake up to chanting monks. I did today, and between that and the total pea-soup fog outside it started a pleasantly surreal day. Except for the assholes with leafblowers outside. You can't blow leaves in drizzly fog, it just doesn't work. I don't know why they were trying it unless it was to make noise. But I managed to get back to sleep to be awakened by the monks. I recommend that sort of thing. The monks, I mean.
*rereading that last bit* Ooooookay, time for bed.
