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The friends that I have now are mediocre replacements to the ones I used to have. I feel like they don't really care as much as they pretend, and we're all just enjoying each other so work will go a lot smoother. I like them, a lot, and I do have fun with them. But I more often feel like the girl at the school cafeteria who sits at the same table as the cool girls, but never actually gets spoken to, or looked at, or invited in. Like every conversation is an inside joke, one that I was not privy to know. This has a lot to do with the long hours I put in, and the fact that the three girls at work all get together when I happen to be working. They like wine, particularly red, which I can't stand. They don't understand theatre, or my kind of humor, and they are definitely confused as to why I get excited about midnight movie premiers. I was listening to Altar Boys in my car for, like, a week and I kept thinking about that last trip to New York and how much fun I had. Not even sure if I still have any friends on this thing anymore. I'm re-reading the HP series for the release on July 21st, for which I will yet again be out of state. I'm about to start book 5. My brother is playing guitar hero right now while his wife is asleep on the couch. His two daughters are asleep in their beds upstairs. They are my total life, my universe, those two angels. I think there should be a rule that you can't write anything after 2 in the morning. Because none of it will make sense. At all. For those of you out there in LJ Land, have a good night.