12:30 PM-2:30 PM: Wake up after going to bed at 7 AM.
2:30 PM-4:00 PM: Drink available liquids, smoke cigarettes, read email, talk online with diurnal people, groom as needed, watch X-Files or Buffy, dread work.
4:00 PM-2:30 AM: Watch dignity and sanity ooze from orifices. Mentally shake fist at co-workers and customers and everyone in between. Smoke and read at all possible opportunities. Spend 45-minute lunch break running home simply to avoid being at work.
2:30 AM-7 AM: Come home, drink all available beer in sight, fail to write, and do metric tons of nothing until 5:30 or so, when it is time to watch more X-Files/Buffy. Go to bed at dawn, possibly after walking around the neighborhood to purchase food items, and almost always wondering "what the fuck."

Repeat for four days in a row, follow up with an alcoholic blur ofa three-day weekend, and you'll be me, D.A. Smith. The D.A. stands for "Domo Arigato," as in "domo arigato for nothing, you miserable shitfuck world."

Nah. I'm kind of enjoying the bizarre blank space that is my life.