Twilight Zone

I think I realized what may be a partial reason for why I've been feeling like I'm living in the twilight zone. It's probably because I've been working extra doing data entry and I work until fairly late in the evening, especially if there is overtime, which there often is this time of the year.
This job is incredibly repetitive. The same tasks, the same people, the same sounds and smells. This time of the year, it starts to get dark around 2:00pm, so most of the time you work with darkness pressing up against the windows, which only makes it all feel even weirder. However, it's weird in a kind of interesting way. I don't mean that the job is interesting, it's not, but after you've sat in front of that computer long enough with no daylight coming in through the windows you start to feel rather loopy. This is especially true after the day crew has gone home for the day and it's just us evening people left.
Once I was working quite a lot at this place, because it was December and I didn't have any translation work or any courses to teach. It was so repitetive that it started to become weird. When we had our dinner, the same postal truck would drive up to the front entrance at the exact same time, and the driver would do a donut in the exact same spot every day. That's only one example of how things would be almost exactly the same day after day. Finally I started to break out into hysterical laughter at things that weren't really that funny. When I get really bored or restless, or even anxious, I start to laugh hysterically. That's my thing. Always has been.
As boring as it is when things are always the same, there's also something amusing about it. It's so repetetive that it borders on bizarre, and I like bizarre. Bizarre inspires me. I become a mixture of hysteria, contemplation, amusement and sadness. All in all, not a bad combination.
I could never survive it without my trusty audio books though. I have been listening to Agatha Christie and Catcher in the Rye. Quite an odd combination. I start off with Agatha Christie and then switch over to Catcher in the Rye. Hercule Poirot and Holden Caulfield meet in my head.

Another reason that it might feel like the twilight zone is that it's very cold outside, -30, and it is almost impossible to be out there. One has to rush very quickly to and from the car. Forget taking a walk, since it hurts too much.
Add to this the fact that it's dark most of the time. Plus we're all busy either working or preparing for Christmas, or both. We're like bears that have temporarily awoken from their winter slumber but who don't emerge from their den but simply stay in there in a half asleep, half awake state.