I can't sleep. I keep thinking that I need to go back to work. What is wrong with me? I'm living the dream, but I keep trying to run away from it.
Living the dream. That's what they used to say, as a joke, when it was late at night and we were still in the office, cranking away. It's not like I miss that. When I was there, I couldn't wait to get out. So what is it that I want?
Every night, my own life flashes before me like scenes from a movie. I feel so disconnected. Maybe it's not a good idea to spend so much time living in your own head. Maybe it would be good for me to see other people every once in awhile. But not my neighbors.
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