Journal Day 48 (Today)

Before I arrived I was told sleep was a good and natural thing, but I cannot figure out how to attain it in the proper ways and at the proper times. It is dark out, but they claim it is today though I will classify this night as still part of yesterday. The timing and dating is confusing, but so is the nightime.
I find myself incorrigibly intrigued by the moon. Having a sun (though one larger or closer than this one) the days are not so different. The moon, though, adds splendor to the night and creates a new sort of longing that I had never felt before fifty days ago. It is also an inspirational object. The fact that it is such a dead thing with so much power is fascinating. Though, without the sun, it is as useless as humans without their world.
The moon makes the nights sometimes unbearably bright which doesn't aid in my sleeplessness. I am used to nights so black you are best to stay indoors rather than risk falling in the dark. I am told there are caverns beneath the ground - ones safe to walk in - that are as dark as my nights. I would like to see them sometime and see if it is so.
It would also appear the moon has strange magnetic principles used to draw people from their homes at night. It makes me wish to be outside beneath it; though, I will have to suppress my terrors of the woodland creatures. The cloaked birds and the masked cats give me great anxiety at times.
I like normal cats. Mistress Vagabond is a good cat. She is soft and prickly at once.

Noted things of interest:
The hard rain is called "hail" and is not meant to be eaten even though it is a form of ice and ice is delicious. Hail is like snow and, though appearing harmless and pure, can be deadly and filled with grit and bacteria like everything else.

Note on Being Human:
Sometimes there are days when you like yourself quite well. These are good days. These are days to be remembered. These are the days that you are empowered and so proud of being who and what you are that you can go about your day with self-confidence and without a care as to what others think of you. As long as you think well of yourself, you are invincible!
There are other days altogether when you wake up and feel that you are not as you should be. You look in the mirror and you do not like what you see. You feel you should be different, that something should be different, or that something is different and it has ruined you. These are the days that you walk around, head low, angry, not caring about others and the way they are and not caring to treat them well because you feel as though no one treats you well though it is all an illusion brought on by self-loathing. These are the days that cares should be taken to avoid. These are the troubling days that make you miserable. These are the self-pitying days that should be scoffed at and shunned, but are sometimes embraced and accepted.
Wouldn't it be easier to always have the former days and to never have the latter?
Being Human can be confusing.