i can never decide whether i really do hate these midnight to eight shifts... yes, i am going to be awake All Night. yes, I am tired. But there is something so wonderful about seeing the whole world in a new, empty, way. This is how it would be after a mysterious plague swept the nation, or an alien electromagnetic wave wiped out most of the population... i like it for the same reason i used to go driving in random directions late at night. this stillness is peaceful. we'll see how i like it in 4 hours.
i have such good music getting me through this shift: joseph arthur, tegan and sara, U2, radiohead, treblecharger (the first two cds), portishead, james. i have the stereo so loud that i probably won't be able to hear the phone if it rings. which it won't.
i just found this poem stuck to the temperamental vending machine:
"the machine is stubborn/
my head is pounding/
soon it will explode/
brain guts all over the machine/
That's what you get/
for not taking my toonie"
~~~CaT
04:20:17 - 2001-02-24
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