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I hung out with Heath tonight. It was really nice. We went to see the emily rose thing. It was pretty good. We went to indian food afterwards and I came home. It was a shift day. The days that seem like they are paralleling reality. The ones that seem a bit off yet you know that it's not really a dream it just feels like it. Yes, today was one of those days. But I am tired tonight and I just want to watch a movie and read. I have to open tomorrow at work and I probably won't get very much sleep. I have been writing a lot lately. I realized the other night that I have lost a part of me. My depth. It feels like I am missing it. I know it sounds odd, but it's true. So I decided to start a new book. I can feel it slowly seep back in. Like my soul is rejuvinating or something to that effect. The thing about getting back to depth is that depth is so fragile. It's hard not to break with the presure of the world all around me.