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I'd forgotten, in the years since the dotcom, how much I liked being a nightshift person. I can go to the grocery store at four in the morning and live a life that is in some ways much quieter and more suited to my needs. The only downside at the moment is that I do not live alone, so I can not play my music on the stereo in the living and run around cleaning. I have to settle with listening to the dishwasher and the soft sound of my steamer ticking away.

Because I bought reasonable food, I'm making steamed dumplings right now. I have stuff for couscous this weekend, some oranges, yogurt, marinara sauce and garlic cheese tortellini. And a copy of Vanity Fair just because I know I'll want to lay around on Saturday and read it while I eat my couscous and oranges.

I am tired, but there are many hours to go before I can sleep, and things to do.

The New York Times has a photo series titled Facing Combat up right now. It's a series of portraits of soldiers in their gear, and it's amazing how young some of them arm. There's a nineteen year old girl who looks like someone I knew in middle school, and I forget that a lot of those people are my age or even younger. I wonder what they all are doing, and if they are all coming back. I can't focus on the larger nature of this conflict right now. For me, all I see are these faces. Women and men who look so young, so hopeful, so determined to be brave. And I start to wonder what it looks like on the other side.

War is a terrible thing, even if you're trying to accomplish something good.

There are so many things kicking around my head right now that I can scarely get them out.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

The world at 4am to me is usually Metro, and I like being there at that hour as the music is good and the light inside feels warm against the night. Or I'm at home, cleaning and watching movies. That hour always feels more like mine than the rest of the world's.