I'm tired.

I want to sleep at night. Tonight I go into work at midnight. What kind of fucked up life is this? I sent an e-mail in response to a craigslist ad for a job at a gluten-free market in San Clemente. I really hope to hear back about it because the starting pay is $12.00, and the place is not open 24 hours a day every day of the year. I have been searching craigslist for jobs in LA as well... not too much that I feel I could break into there. I feel as though I could be making a big mistake sometimes. Maybe I should move to a place more removed from the life I now live. Life is hard. And easy. And hard. And easy. Life feels hard, but is easy. Life feels easy, but is hard.