The Graveyard Shift

Overnight shifts suck. 3am to 7am are the most boring four hours there are. Night is cold in the desert in Southern California and now it has decided to rain early. This makes it that vicious cold that sinks into your bones and makes it appalling to move around. And then there is always work to do, but not really enough to kill the entire shift so you either have to stretch it or entertain yourself until relief arrives. Then you get to sleep through the beautiful days, very reminiscent of East Coast fall days, my favorite, and wake up just as it is getting dark and cold again.

The other night I was so cold that when I misstepped exiting one of our cast houses, my ankle turned when I missed half the step and I toppled over. Falling down a flight of three steps is more embarrassing than painful but it was the fact I was freezing that caused me to do nothing. I just flopped to the ground, fantastically catching my weight first on my knee and then on my elbow, also the two most painful places to catch yourself. I was going to just lay there forever until I realized the tile I fell on was surprisingly colder than the night so I hopped up and walked it off. For the record, fine now. Only thing wounded was my pride. I'm usually very graceful. Tonight I smashed my thumb between a metal stand and the rack we store it in, my hand slipping on it because it was wet. Smashing cold wet fingers, painful. Then I jumped to unlock a door and came down abdominal region first on a massive doorknob. Lovely colorful bruise surrounding a gash. I usually don't hurt myself. The past 24 hours have been remarkably eventful in that area.

Couple nights ago I got to meet one of the original Pussycat Dolls, Carmit Bachar. Very cute. Brings me around to the other type of woman I'm attracted to. Huge smile, super fun, infecting everyone around them with a general sense that life is as good as it could possibly be at present but that it will keep getting better and better. I know very few of these type of people but when I find them they become very dear to me very quickly. I worry about to many little things and I am very critical of myself at all times, analyzing everything that I do and say and what they cause to happen around me. These people are like a black hole for this and it all just goes away while I'm with them. It's wonderful.

One more hour to go and a bunch of shit left to accomplish so off I go. Means one more hour to see how much more pain I can inflict upon myself before relief spells me and I have three days off to lick my wounds.

At least I have my laptop back to entertain me whilst licking. :) Despite the fact it keeps failing me I'll always love technology like the beaten lover who just can't bring themself to leave. We'll see how long this hard drive lasts before I fry it. And once again throwing caution to the wind and not editing ;) Oh to live so dangerously.

Over and out.