Day number something...
I've been drinking all day and have to be at work in five hours. Fuck. My. Life.

Day 47. Working a lot of overtime. 3 years together with mars :3

Day 40/41. Insomnia broke. I slept for a solid 11 hours on day 40. Got 6 today and work went well. Learning new positions at work has been stressful. There are machines that will crush my whole body in seconds if I make the wrong move. The crash from the stress is enough to make me nod off on the way home. Fuck staying off facebook for a year, I'll be happy staying alive for a year!

Day 39. I'm a walking corpse with irrational outbursts.

Day 38. Forty. Fucking. Hours.
I wish my heart would just stop from fucking exhaustion. I could get an eternity of sleep then.

Day 37 by the way. It seems I've been laying on my hip wrong for a few hours and now it feels like my femur is popping in and out of my pelvis. Wonderful. If there is a god, they're a fucking prick.

Fishing was pretty good last night. We didn't land anything noteable but we had a lot of fun. Unfortunately, in six minutes I'll have been awake for 24 hours. Sleeping medicine has no effect. I can't afford to have this happening so often. Thankfully I'm off tonight. So if it wears on, I absolutely HAVE to get sleep tomorrow. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Day 36. Hopefully going fishing tonight. If not, I'll post a long and thoughtful narrative.

Day 35. Got off work early... I hope they let me work over tomorrow. Short week next week unfortunately... I need money now more than ever before.

Day 34. Missing facebook less and less. Using reddit more and more.

Day 33. Work is going much better. I have a harder and dirtier position. I love it.

Day 30/31. Built a work bench. Talked on the phone with my father for about two hours. That was nice. Life is much simpler without hundreds of opinions being shoved in your face every time you open your phone.

Day 29. Still cannot sleep. Fuck. My. Life.

Day 28. I can't sleep. The past is a ghost that haunts you from the moment you exist until the moment that you don't.

Day 27. Woke up to a brown recluse crawling on my arm. That was fun...

Day 26. Worked my ass off last night. I was allowed to bring a few pallets home so I can start work on my tool bench.

Through the fires of conviction and men set to purpose, the hardest of rock was melted. It's very elements were separated into something entirely new... Something heavier... Metal.
It is this metal which brought man from the stone age into the land of steel! It is what separated man from beast, metal from rock, raw power from diluted emotion... It is the heaviest of metals that outshines all other genres and nourishes the cultured primal drive that makes us men. Metal saves lives, metal ends lives, metal... Is life.

Day 23/24. I've been sleeping a lot.