And once is enough.

I feel like I'm on the verge of a breakthrough. Like I might be able to figure out some major reasons behind my behaviors in the next week or two. God knows I'll be able to sit and think about it; a week from today I'l be in Athens, starting my real "vacation" (six days without work, class, or responsibility). I'll have plenty of free time to contemplate the intricacies and the enigma of Emma amidst the haze of smoke and cheap alcohol.

In the meantime, I'm writing down all the half-formulated explanations in a notebook. I feel like maybe I can compile them all together and make a sort of file, with organized sections and cross-references. That's the OCD part taking effect.

If my writing seems somewhat haphazard tonight, forgive me. I slept about three hours last night, worked a nine and a half hour shift, relived my childhood in a bar/arcade, and got slightly drunk. It is now almost four in the morning...and I have to be awake in another three to four hours. The way I figure it, between 8:00 Friday morning and 11:30 Sunday night, I will have slept only about six or seven hours, but worked twenty-nine hours. Somehow, that just doesn't quite seem right to me. Oh, well. Que sera, sera, no? After all...you only live once.