Worrying About Sarah

Sarah was the first online journal writer that I discovered. I don't really remember how I found her site, Some Days are Like That, I just know that I did and enjoyed her writing style. She has little sounds in her paragraphs. Not wav files or anything like that, but throat sounds that people make when stalling for time. I could say um, but she uses different words. Well, anyway she has not updated in two weeks, which is the longest that she has gone without an update.

I don't know why I should be so concerned. I have never met her and probably never will meet her. She lives in Australia and I am here in the United States. I guess that I just got used to reading about her life on a daily basis. I hope that she starts to write again.

I am writing this entry shortly after midnight. I should really be in bed, but today is Friday and I can be slow at work on a Friday. Mondays and Fridays are the least productive days of the work week.

Its seven in the morning and I am feeling good. Sarah wrote back and said that she will write soon.

I seem to have adjusted to the first shift mode again. For me this means about five hours of sleep a night. I may have to wake up early, but that doesn't stop me from staying up until one in the morning.

On Fridays I count the hours down at work. Then again there are weeks when I count the hours down every day at work. I want a vacation. There are days when I am driving to work and it is so tempting to keep on driving to someplace else rather than work. I have no real destination in my mind. The focus just becomes the act of driving. It must be the Jack Kerouac in me.

I really should be walking out the door and on my way to work now.

On my way to my parents house for the night.