I’m tired, it’s 2:19am and I need to be up at 5:30 to take a shower and get ready for work. Still, I keep typing. I just can’t get my body back on a normal schedule…well, set to the rest of the insane world, that is. It’s killing me. Only thing that keeps me going through the day is the free bottled water and Mt Dew that’s provided. That, and I’ve learned that if I don’t wear my watch I do great. Time goes buy a hell of a lot quicker because I only know what time it is when I replenish my drink or dash to the restroom (no clocks around here…need to check the one on the microwave).

InfoSpace is a great place, with more colors than I had imagined a workplace having. Bright, and color coded walls/areas. Not a white wall anywear I don’t think. Maybe in the bathroom? Not sure. Anyhow, even after this temp position is over, I know I’ll be checking their web site frequently to see if there are any available positions I actually qualify for. None at the moment. Oh, how I wish. What I’m doing isn’t the most fun thing, but when people thank me and say how much they appreciate it…that the last girl didn’t care and it was all messed up…make it work it. Really. I’m so anal and weird about things like this, I’m enjoying this mundane job. It’s nice to at least be there for people.

John is heading up tomorrow (today) so I’m pretty excited about that. I knew he’d show up…just didn’t really want to count on it. Tonight we talked a while and I almost hung up on him. Not that he made me mad. no no. I wanted to hang up on him because when I first heard his voice it did something to me, and I didn’t like that. Last thing I need are complications. Heh, seems like I hunt them down with a pitchfork.

He was downloading a couple songs, and I had to do some moves on my mind mentally to keep from attaching any specific meanings or insinuations from one of the songs. The less I jump into something the longer it works and fewer moments of chaos inside. And it’s only taken me how many mistakes to figure that one out? Note to self: must not cling; a non-clingy Alicia is a better Alicia. Oiy….

Poetry has been spurting from my pen tips lately. I just posted two poems on my Ramblings page,one written my first day at work on Tuesday…well, before, sitting in Starbucks on the main floor of the office building. The second one was written during lunch Wednesday as I sat alone in the lunchroom…that apparently is never used for eating lunches. Apparently plenty on my mind. Always happens with the stress and major changes.

Speaking of change, looks like I’ll be packing my stuff up and moving back in with my parents. This should be interesting to say the least. My clothes, computer and entertainment system will be coming with me, but everything else, to the storage it goes. My bed. I will miss my bed so very much. I spent hours putting it together…and it’ll probably take five minutes to tear its soul to pieces. Yeah, can’t wait. I’ll scream once I’m over this whole moving in with my parents thing. It’s not like they have a large house or even a small house. Sigh, must think positive, right? At least now I’ll be able to pursue some schooling next year. There ya go, a false sense of contentment. Hmmphf.

Ah, yes, finally a Napster for Mac…so I’ve found the song mentioned earlier and can’t help but listen to it. I’m a sucka like that. One more time around and then I’m finally searching for some, oh, three hours if I’m lucky sleep.