just before the sun comes up

well, it is 6:15am and i am in my final hour of work for the night. It has been strange, to say the least. i have almost quit this job a million times, but here i am again in this big, haunted, creepy, dirty, dingy building. Everytime i am here, i can't help but think that if my family and friends could see me while i was here, they would pee their pants. the other night sar and jez were over and we were talking about what our lives would look like as movies. jez's would be full of productivity and action, but i admitted that mine would be pretty uneventful. but then jez said it would be amusing. i chuckled at that, but as i think about it, i have to admit that i agree for the most part. weird occurences and situations flock to me for some reason. and i always get myself wrapped up in weird tangents and scenerious and projects and what not. and i especially feel that way when i am here. when i throw big blankets into the laundry in the basement, trying to avoid the bed bug break out and the loud pounding sounds the pipes make periodically. this truly is one of the weirdest set ups i've gotten into. but none the less, i think it's quite amusing. i wish the darn sun would come up so i could go to sleep.