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It is....11:00 PM currently as I am writing this and it will probably change before I can even finish. Even if that is the case...I've one thing to write in this Journal of mine before I completely log off for the night. The subject I have in mind is insomnia. It's irritating, especially when you really do need to go to sleep. You try to, hard as you can. Yet it only seems to prolong it. Maybe it's restlessness? Who knows? I suppose mine is acting up at this very moment, and I'm trying to exhaust my mind enough to make it sleepy. Anyways, that's it for this short bit. And what do you know...? The time did change.. It's now 11:03 PM.

Well here I am again.. Funny I should get a few of my thoughts out here in the Journal. But I do suppose that what it is for anyways. Well, this observation is on exhaustion brought on by working. Some are able to handle working everyday of the week with little time off, others not so much. I am one of those that can't handle working too many days without a day off in between. Anyways, what brought this on was today's events. A co-worker called in sick for today...and later for tomorrow as well. The two days she has to work with our opener and this co-worker calls in sick. Speculation was running around in the deli that she just wants to work with our other opener instead. But it irritates me because that means I had to come in on my day off. So my housework cannot be completed, because by the time I get back home, my body is too sore to move much. And on top of that, I'll be going into overtime. So the next schedule that gets made, I run the risk my hours are cut short because I'll have too many hours this week.. So this would throw me off balance a little bit. Granted the paycheck will be awesome, and I'm grateful for it. But at the same time I may be cut on the hours I need each week. Though to be honest? I'm not really angry. Just really physically exhausted right now. This coming Thursday will be my only day off, unless someone calls in sick again. If so, then I'll have to work 10 days straight before getting 2 days off finally. Unless I do get Thursday off....then I'll have only worked 6 days in a row. Before getting 1 day off, then returning to work for 3 days then get 2 days off and then go back to work again. *Falls over* Ok, I'm hurting too much to continue to type right now. So this observation is done I think.

Well my kitchen got saved from being burned down. A few nights ago I had the intense urge to stay near the stove and watch it for some reason. I found out within minutes why though. Some of the flames from the burner started to go just barely above where the burner is. My eyes were fixed on the flames for a second before it occurred to me to turn the stove off. If I said I didn't panic for a moment, that would be a lie. I did panic. But only for a moment. I can't explain it, but a calmness settled over me and I found my hands reaching to the stove handles and turning it off. The small fire, in turn, died out and was stopped. And a few days later I'm sitting here remembering it. Comparing it to another incident a few years ago. It still makes me shudder. I can describe the feeling as it was a few years ago. A feeling of intense danger. I once stopped a fire from burning down my mother's home. And even now, I've stopped my own home from burning to the ground. Although these two experiences have something different about them. The time in my mother's home, I had seen reflections of flames flickering near the top of my door. I had even said so to my mom. She, at the time, didn't know what to make of it. I didn't either. A few days after seeing the reflections appear repeatedly, I opened the dryer, and saw a fire just starting. By opening it, the flames actually died away and stopped. Before that, I had walked into the laundry to flip a load of clothes. I had only taken a few steps when I felt something bad was coming. So I actually stood there, in the kitchen, which was next to the laundry room. And as I listened to the dryer going, I had heard a clicking noise. It always made this noise whenever there were jeans in it. But for an unexplained reason it made the feeling of dread worse. I'm not sure why but my feet moved on their own, and my hands had reached up and quickly opened the dryer. I waited for the fire to die away before heading to my mom's room and telling her what had happened. And now, if I had to compare it, I got the same feeling and watched my stove top. And sure enough a fire started, but I stopped it as well. The only explanation I can really come up with is that I had, in a way or another, had premonition on both accounts. Well, I'm done getting my thoughts out for this observation.