Pros and Cons of working like a Vampire

Sleeping in is a natural occurrence for me, but my family would sometimes look at me as I slept comfortable for, well, forever. Why get up? Well now I have a perfect reason to settle any whispering around me.

Overnights.

Yep! I got an overnight position at my local grocery store and it has been a huge improvement in my life. But what goes up must come down and by down I mean being supported by your cap’s lid as you doze off for an hour amist the shift.. Yep!

Pros? I don’t have to deal with rude customers who think they can bully us into doing what they want. Ever. I also don’t have to worry about rushing about when corporate overloads us because “you can handle it” *click*

Cons? I have done a complete 180 for my sleep cycle and have been such a ride. My eyes hurt when they closed. My temper flared when things went differently in the morning. My patience for people have shortened

My parent is a bit worried about me and have been keeping a real hard look at me. With love of course. He makes sure he sees me sleeping (because sometimes I’m too awake and stay up) and makes sure I am eating correctly. Making meals is always fun for him because then leftovers are separated into little meals for me. Ultimate assurance I have food with me, which as a food junkie I can’t complain.

Overnights, it’s really a interesting and calming. Especially when I see that there is 47 order hours set up and only 27 scheduled work hours for that day. It makes me feel better with the whole deal.

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Been waiting forever

Giovanni:

You could have been waiting a day

You could have been waiting a month

You could have been waiting a year

You could have been waiting years

You could have been waiting lifetimes

You could have been waiting forever

None of it seems to matter when you find that one piece that completes you, whether you like it or know it. Whether you could completely imagine yourself with them or didn’t even know about them. It’s almost like the world starts spinning a bit slower, or maybe I just made it sound slower so I could have more moments.

Lucifer: Did you?

Giovannii: 🙂 The world will never know, but it was completely worth it.

You Might be a Writer if…

I love this list, it makes me soooo happy!

Mary Lamphere

I was on a writing retreat for four days with three other writers.
After a while, I began to notice some communal traits.
Following the model of redneck comedian Jeff Foxworthy, I thought I’d share my observations.

You might be a writer if…

You might be a writer if…multi-tasking includes eating, drinking, typing, talking, bopping to music in your headphones, reading, taking notes, and theorizing plot points.

You might be a writer if…you lose track of your chapters when you’re writing and put “Next Chapter” at each break.

You might be a writer if…you have fading letters on your keyboard and are thankful for finger memory or else you couldn’t spell. See ‘E’ key.

You might be a writer if…you laugh out loud at your own work.
You might be a writer if…your own words bring a tear to your eye.

You might be a…

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buddha’s bodh gaya: the sacred hidden treasures of mahabodhi temple complex

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“Is there some festival or special event taking place here today?” I whisper to the Buddhist monk seated next to me.

I am confused, and overwhelmed.

The entire Mahabodhi Temple Complex in Bodh Gaya, in the Indian State of Bihar, is draped with marigolds, lotuses, and roses. Hundreds of ochre and red-robed shaven-headed Buddhist monks and nuns prostrate in prayer in the grounds, and around the main temple. A handful of tourists quietly join the circumambulations around the main temple. I see pilgrims from Bhutan, Burma, Cambodia, China, Japan, Korea, Thailand, Tibet, and Sri Lanka in deep prayer. Most are dressed in their traditional attires. I see a few pilgrims from the West as well, no less in the purity of their faith. Groups chant with micro precision around me, not one voice out of sync, their mantras punctuated with the crescendo beats of rattle drums.

“No. Nothing special. It…

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