Too much pressure

...to produce the first entry. I need some text to fill up the space so that I can just start blabbing about whatever I want. But it seems that I need to write some sort of introduction before I can do that.

So here it is. It's Friday night, nearly ten pm. I'm heading to work soon for another overnight on the Mothership. I'll be paroled soon and return the land of the living. In fact I'm hoping there will be some good news about that waiting for me when I get tonight.

The overnights have been a funny thing. The kind of thing that when you're told they are in store for you you really don't know how you'll do it. It's so weird being up at those hours. My whole life I've probably stayed up the whole night maybe half a dozen times. And always because I've been out having an out of the ordinary night. Never because I was at work. Working. Using my brain.

But anyway the time passes, and your body gets used to it and there's something kind of satisfying about knowing you have this crazy challenge in front of you that you are actually suceeding in doing. And biking home at 7am is quite a ride. Seeing who else is out there, how the city sounds, how it smells...and it does smell, especially on garbage days. Going through Kensington and seeing the delivery trucks bringing stuff in, ah...yes, it's kind of neat in my sleepy haze.

But the whole thing is disorienting. And I will be happy to be back on a normal schedule. And see people. I'm impressed with my brain that it hasn't descended into a nightime dark fog over this, but I don't think I want to push it. Definitely can't spare the daylight much longer.

Ok, how it that for an intro? Good enough. Let the Daily Weeg being.