Truly rare indeed. Historically, the only time I would be writing a rambling at this time of day would be if I was still awake. Like on a fest or something. Not this time. Well, it's all relative, I suppose.

Well, I came awake at 0400 this morning, with one of my annoying bouts if insomnia. This time, it was really annoying though, because my thoughts were not kind to me. Sleeplessness by itself sucks. Sleeplessness combined with regret, self-chiding, and a faint, uncertain hope is the pits.

Well, as it got closer and closer to 6, I just decided it was time to give up trying to get back to the world of the unconscious, and just go with it. So here I am, just out of the shower, with an hour left before I leave for work.

Last night, scarily enough, was the second to last session of my acting class. Next week, and then it's over. Talking with some of the other students before and after class, I obviously wasn't the only one who thinks this is ending way too quickly. It's like the whole thing has just gotten going, and now it's about to end. Too short. But it has rocked. Great fun. I want to know more.

In the less pleasant vane, late last night, my mentor and I had what I guess could be considered a real falling-out. For the first time ever, I just became really, really pissed. At my mentor, that is. I let the harsh words fly. It was nasty. I suppose a very toned down summary of my side of it would have been: "Stop toying with me. I'm a human being, dammit!" Add a bunch more venum, personal insults, and some profanity. I overreacted. In a way, it almost felt like doing so was necessary in order to get my point across. Still, it hurt.

I apologized for exploding, but in this case, forgiveness was not forthcoming. Not much else I can really say, except... What I did sucked. Looking back right now, I don't think I was entirely unprovoked. Goaded until the breaking point. That's how it felt.