Almost 11pm

I’m making dinner at 11pm, and I’m almost too tired to.

I’ve gotten up at or before 6am three days in a row, and sat at a desk for eight or more of those three days. I don’t mean to gripe—I’ve got it good and I know it—but still. I’m tired. It’ll get easier as I do it more, but I’m glad that my first week back was a half week.

I’m learning new appreciation for time. Just a little bit of chatting with co-workers and my employer turns into leaving the office after 7pm. It’s an hour home, so that means if i go to the gym for 90 minutes it’s 9:30 and pushing 10pm before I get home, not having had dinner. Now count backwards from 6am and tell me what time I should be going to bed in order to get up then. Uh-huh. I should be asleep already by 10pm, maybe 9pm considering I don’t have enough time in the morning not to be rushed.

It’s just more numbers in my life that never seem to add up. I mean, if I didn’t stop for food, the numbers might be a little better. Ugh.

I’m afraid to let myself sleep past 6am tomorrow too. I need to get into the habit. Can’t get into a habit without doing the thing that is to become a habit, right?

My back hurts and my stomach has been bothering me for three days. Getting acclimatized to working in an office will be a relief.

But it’s all worth it when I think that in a month I’ll have a reasonable-sized paycheck. Not what I was making in 2000, but my rent is a little more than a fourth of what it was then. If I play this right I can have my credit card debt gone by April. Those fuckers have made enough money off of me already. It will be nice to be free of that particular burden.