Day, Night... they mean nothing

I know twenty-four hours makes up a day. But it really doesn't mean anything to me. My body does not regulate itself by the rotations of the Earth. My job is the most important thing in my life. Our work at... where I work... will save hundreds of thousands of lives one day. Twenty hour shifts are my normal day. Then let me spend a few more hours on my computer in my room. I am happy with this life.

Besides, I don't like my dreams so much. Mister Colding, my only real friend... he says my dreams are because I drink too much Dr. Pepper. You try working 20 hour shifts without soda.

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