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I don’t know why, but I’ve never really thought of sleep as a necessity. I mean, sure, I sleep all the time and like it quite a bit, but I won’t hesitate to forego sleeping if an interesting opportunity presents itself. Example: I had to be to work at the Co-op at 630 this morning (I started training in the produce department today, which was actually pretty sweet), but ended up hanging out with my new Co-op friend Tom until 530 or so. So… I didn’t sleep at all. Not one little bit. This made my 8.5 hour shift somewhat grueling, but I’ll probably end up staying up all night again sometime soon regardless of the known consquences.

The top news story on CNN.com right now is something like "Face Transplant Patient Regains Self Confidence". Come on. COME ON. Nothing better’s going on??

Pet peeve of the day: grooming. I haven’t had a haircut in about 7 months, and I still find myself wishing/hoping that I’ll wake up one day with a bitchin’ new haircut without having to do the work to get the hair cut. Don’t I sound spoiled? I also have this lazy hope when it comes to getting the oil changed in my car.

At some point over the past couple of years I’ve become more and more attracted to guys with messy apartments/cars/etc. who are okay without showering everyday and are okay with wearing dirty clothes. It’s not that I like body odor, but there’s a nice natural smell that comes from someone’s skin, you know? It’s also nice if they don’t really worry about making their hair look nice or shaving regularly.  I don’t know why this is. The thought of a well groomed man that wears cologne (or smells too soapy all the time or whatever) and drives a nice car just doesn’t do anything for me at all, and I honestly wonder if I’d be able to date someone like that again. It’s really just not compatible with the way I live I guess, and neat freaks really kindof stress me out.

I know people who are passionate about different subjects and who can regularly get fired up when it comes to certain things. I feel as though I had some level of passion in the past, but that’s been decreasing as time goes on. Sure I care about things; I guess I just realize that there’s tons of shit I don’t know, and I focus too much on trying to learn instead of acting. I guess it’s better to be well informed than to get emotional and make a scene. I don’t know if this makes sense. I’m tired.

I’m working at one of the parks tomorrow, and I’m honestly a little worried because I don’t have a book to read. I’ve already re-read some of my old favorites, and have recently completed "Song of Solomon" by Toni Morrison. That book is amazing, by the way. I borrowed some of Tom’s old New Yorker magazines, so I guess I could read those.

Paul’s been hanging out with a chick lately that he’s really interested in. I’m happy for him, but am a little sad because I haven’t been able to talk to him very much. Just the other day we were talking about how, when new people come into our lives, the level of intimacy in our friendship will have to change. I’m just so used to us talking every day and sharing all of our concerns and fears, and it will be an uncomfortable adjustment when we have to stop that (especially if the chick starts getting jealous or something). I know I’m just being selfish by focusing on how his interest in this girl affects me, but I really do want him to be happy.

Okay, I’m zombie.