The phone keeps ringing and I don't catch all of the calls. One of the callers that I seem to keep missing is, according to the caller ID, some department of the US government out of state. As late as it is here, I imagine it's some ungodly hour wherever they are calling from. They don't leave a message, so I don't imagine that it's terribly urgent. I want them to call again, just so I know who they are and why they are calling at this hour. They surely must have a reason to have called three times already.

Often I'm awake at strange hours and have to restrain myself from calling people at times that I think are normal, but are actually times that normal people spend asleep. Sometimes Matt and I are doing our grocery shopping at 2 in the morning. It doesn't feel that odd when you see others casually buying their weekly bread and milk alongside of yourself.

Right now my life is a list of things that need to be finished and things that I've been meaning to do. I've been meaning to post an entry in a while, but in the past few days whenever I sat down to write one, I came up empty. This entry, minus the mysterious calls from a gov't office, is pretty empty itself. I need to pick myself up.