525am now and still i resist sleep. What is that about. Watched some lame empty TV with Aimee, my coworker. (Even though I'm not officially working.) I don't want to go home. I told her about J's obsessive calling. She confirmed my feelings; that its weird and scary and stalker-like. I'm glad to know i'm not crazy. Yesterday he called 3 times between 10p and 11:15 alone. (No messages)

I feel so unstable tonight. Nothing seems comfortable. There is a vacuous quality to the air.