It’s almost 3am, and I can’t seem to get any sleep.

I’m nervous as hell about the new life I’m starting tomorrow onwards. I start work on Sunday, but I’m moving to AD tomorrow. I’m not done packing yet, and I don’t think I will be at this rate.

I must get some sleep; I don’t want to doze off while driving tomorrow.

Ow, and I’m worried sick about my new fish pet, Wedgie. She hasn’t eaten in two days. I’m incubating her. I put her under my desk lamp, wrapped the bowl with a towel, & covered it from the top to keep her warm.

That’s sort of what they did to me when I was first born. My mom wasn’t even allowed to see me. And now I’m leaving the nest. But I’ll be back on weekends.