Nightshift

It is official: I have become a boring person. All I do with my life is watch movies on the TV in the middle of the night. Sometimes I do Rosetta Stone Spanish too. Either way it is not an interesting thing to tell stories about. Someday I will stop being a nightshift worker and see other people again. That time is not now.

Millions of condoms

They ship millions of condoms to Antarctica. I am discovering why very slowly, but as the season drags on I learn more and more little secrets about people sneaking off and doing it. I think half the firehouse has mated with the other half. I hope this ends up producing a firehouse baby, which will be large, boisterous, and hopefully not slapping anybody in the nuts.

Now that no one reads this anymore

I am thinking about staying here for the winter. Is that crazy? It's a little crazy. Perhaps I will change my mind. Perhaps no one will hire me for the winter. But! This Antarctic lifestyle is growing on me. It's growing so familiar. I chain smoke. I drink vodka. I see the same people in the dining hall. Other people cook all my meals.  I hang out with Kirk the Destroyer and he tells me about the stripper he dated when he was 15.

There's something appealing about staying here for the 24 hours a day of darkness. There are only 200 people on the base, stuck in a building in the coldest winter in the world. Why don't they kill each other? Do they start to run around naked in the snow? Do the men steal the women from each other, and does the community scratch out someone's eyes ritually every month? I want to feel what it's like to be insane.

Then again, this may be the worst idea I have ever had and I may not go through with it. In which case, backpacking New Zealand here I come!..in March.

There is something wrong with my body

Hopefully it's not serious. But I went to bed last night at 7 PM and I got up today at 11 AM for lunch. And then I went back to bed. Until 4 PM. When I had to get up for tour guide training. I tried to drink a lot of coffee at dinner but I went home and started watching a movie with Jennifer Aniston in it and I couldn't summon enough strength to find something else that didn't suck. 

Bed again soon. 

gah

When you don't sleep are you always plagued by the sensation that you are acting really strange? Like, I'm not sure if I actually act strange, but I keep feeling like everyone must be saying to themselves, what's up with Alisa? She's all standoffish and weird. Her eyes are all puffy. I think she hates me. I hate her. Something like that.

I need to sleep more I think.

Very well, thanks, and you?

Things are well in Antarctica! I have started studying for the LSATs and have already been called a weenie once! This is great. I have learned to play cribbage (poorly) and am proud. Soon I will have a radio show! No one will listen to it. It will be much like this blog.

Penguins

are adorable.