It's not even 11 yet and I've already tried going to bed. I'm not too good at this 8am class shit. I've slept little today, as usual, and am finding it difficult to go to bed, despite my tiredness. It's probably because I'm worried about all these little things. Things that keep you awake at night. Such as: am I going to be able to pay my rent and such at the end of this month? Am I going to be able to find another job, considering my lack of an automobile in what is decidedly an automobile town? Isn't it weird that my few friends are hundreds of miles away and I'm in a different place where I know few people. Well, that doesn't bother me as much. It's all so familiar, I've done it all before.

I guess what I want more than anything is predictability. Stability. Knowing that I'm not going to have to worry about a roof over my head or money in my pocket. It'll all work out somehow, it always does. But dammit, I'm fucking tired of having to worry about it.

I'm too old for this shit.