Working at the pizza house is doing weird things to me. I can't explain it. Being around all these people. Men with clear eyes and strong rough hands in oily Carharts and women overwieght from bad diet. They are just so happy to go out for fish and chips.

Last night I had a long discussion with myself about being content no matter what was happening and the part of me that needs people in my life. It's the long game of internal tug of war that's getting so boring, even I no longer watch.

I'm taking the 5:40 train back to real life today, I hope someone is there to hang out with. It's been lonely with all these people around.