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I finally made an attempt at communicating with Ember again. At first I wanted to write, by the end I the negativity came back.

I'm not sure if it's made me feel any better. But maybe she will.

The Algebra For Students series work continues. I'm not sure if it's the sad state of affairs my life has become, the lack of sleep, the end of the show is so close I just don't want to work on it anymore kind of feeling, or maybe everything combined, but I feel so incredibly unproductive at work so far this week. What I've accomplished these two days I should have been able to do in about four hours. I hope it's not noticeable to the boss (then again, he'll probably chalk it up to the sad state of affairs that is now my life option and not worry about it too much since we'll be done by next week).

Well, it's bed time, if I can sleep through the sounds of the dryer on the other side of the wall. Sleeping on trains does nothing but make the ride go faster. I usually feel like shit upon waking up. Maybe it's the rush of memories coming back into the forefront of my brain, reminding me: I didn't used to take trains to work every day.

I'm so fucking bitter, I think my jokes at work have become less witty and more angry.

Oh, I also had a creepy dream last night. Not nightmarish dream, nor a How come I'm building this go cart with my ex-landlord? kind of dream. It's a mix between the shit that happened and shit that I never dream about. I don't get it. Although the lip that grew like some stretchy body (I wrote "boy" by mistake. Ew, stretchy boy parts!) part out The Mask (the Jim Carrey version) didn't help.