Last night I fell asleep around 3:00, and awoke at 7 to be sure I was to work around 8. I'm pretty tired, but this is what I should be doing at this age. I can still afford to get away with only sleeping minimal hours every night. The recommended amount of sleep is like. . . eight hours? They say "you sleep a third of your life" because 8 hours is a third of a 24-hour day. Top-notch investigative reporting here. I just want to make sure I don't fit into that cliche. I think sleep is a waste of time.
About a month or two ago, Trey asked if I was interested in going out late at night on a work night, and I obviously accepted. I work eight hours a day five days a week. Trey works about 10 hours a day six days a week. I have night work every night which I get paid for (outside work), and Trey was kind of sensitive of that before I told him, "I'd rather be awake living life than sleeping." Since I said that, he's referenced it five or six times, and I think that's rad. It's like writing your name in chalk on the ground; it's proof of existence.
After reading The Fountainhead in April and May, and Crime And Punishment in July and August, I've been on a reading diet. The Fountainhead made me once again change my outlook on reality, and Crime And Punishment reinforced my beliefs. It's pretty intense to grasp the concept that no one will ever be able to jump in anyone else's head, not even for the crackle of an instant.
Last Thursday, before I left work, I was told I was being promoted into accounting (it's an auto company), and given a raise. Behind closed doors, with knowledge that only I could know, I am actually being trained by the person whom the company intends to fire as soon as I catch on. I'm a fast learner, and an exquisitely groomed office phony if it means advancing.
This was kind of all over the place. Goodnight.
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