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work work work... that's about all my week is consisting of. There's a certain sense of accomplishment that comes with finishing projects and getting caught up...especially here where it's such a daunting task. I haven't taken a lunch the last two days...11 hours of straight work plus an hour drive each way... what am I becoming? I was never much into overtime no matter how poor I got, but next week I leave for San Diego and I have four days off without pay...all the extra work will help cover that somewhat. August is crazy for me... a convention every weekend...I hope I can pull that off. It's strange to be in a job where when I'm not here things actually don't get done...like I actually matter. It makes me want to work harder...the whole feeling needed thing. It's also incredibly stressful. Toni is gone for the week, so that means I'm trying to do both of our jobs... it's hard enough when I just have to worry about my stuff. It's also weird being back on the phones again doing customer service. Although the people that call here seem much nicer then those who called Armstrong. I also feel like I'm missing out on a lot working like this. Ana, Christian, and Kim went out to the ho last night for the Tuesday night ritual...second week in a row I didn't go. I still have this feeling of being distanced...like I'm always outside looking in or intruding. I'm not sure why. I needed to sleep last night with all these crazy hours, and of course my insomnia kicked in full force. I didn't fall asleep until well after 2am...guess I should have gone to the ho after all. I wish I knew what was going on with me...I hate feeling like this. Time keeps on ticking by...still working...I should get back to that.