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As everyone sleeps I feel awake, and warm. Something about the vibrations tonight are different. I have had that mellowness about me ever since I left work. I know I am unconciously tense, but as far as I care to pay attention to, I am relaxed and I remain in a state of interest. Reading little lables on food items that are just sitting around is actually important seeming. I kinda just feel like that. There are roses everywhere. Maybe I just got bitten. Moving slow and accurately seems easy and correct. Taking time and thinking things through seems natrual. Flowing with the life force. Reading influential writings that continue to remind me of why I am out here. Reading my history books, I am trying to aquaint myself with the mid-late 19th century. There is something important lodged there, waiting to be unlocked. I miss the ocean. I long to be on the sand at night. I long.