16 hour shifts are exhausting.

Worked 2 now. Friday and Tuesday. I've only had 3 hours of sleep today. On Friday morning I hadn't slept at all.

On Friday I became convinced that my right hand wasn't in fact mine, but someone else's. And that they obviously didn't want it (otherwise why would I have it after all) and that I wanted my own hand back. But then I began to ponder if I wasn't just dissassociated with my right hand bacause I am left handed. And so on. It was kinda creepy. And the logic of it all (it seemed quite logical at the time) escapes me now.

I blame it on that book "A Cripple and his Talismans" which, while it is a very good book, which I would recommend to all, is really weird.

Um. What else? I've been writing a short story as of late. Its weird. I may let people read it when I'm done.

I've also been working on my painting, which is coming along slowly.

Other than that, not much really going on besides the usual.

Lates!