10:55. The numbers, red against black against black. Cool, quiet night. The hiss of the air conditioner is like a long exhalation. I should get to bed - I'm tired and feeling sick, and I have work tomorrow, no matter how much of a joke my work is. Undecided as to whether I should keep the job. It's already been made painfully obvious that I am not a member of the 'proletariat' (hahaha) but I kind of like the empowerment of my own money. Oh, Daily Show's on, I'll have to get back to my silly ramblings later.
Life is so absurd.
And I love it!