Lenin is eating upstairs. I feel like he still has not forgiven me for leaving, or is not used to me being back. he sure does seem like he knows what i'm talking about when i tell him that soon we will both be living with [absolved](http://absolved.livejournal.com/) soon, cos he stops what he's doing and stares right at me when i say something about it. it's almost like _he knows_ that it will effect him. i had scattered sleep all day. if you pile it all up on one pile its almost like sleeping correctly. i just want to leave third shift so badly that my alignment for everything else seems out of whack.