Sleep has lately taken up sixty percent of my days.

Not talking much sometimes helps me feel more composed. I hate what I'm doing right now. I've told myself a million times that its time I change my line of work, but considering the fact that I'm desperate and scrimping my last dollar right now, I went for an interview for yet another production job.

And serves me right, I don't even know if I manage to nail the post, but I'm breaking into cold sweats in the nights just thinking about it, -about the work I know I'm getting myself into.