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The first thing I warn people about when they sign up for third shift is that you actually do need to get sleep and not just... nap for half an hour each day and call it good. The second thing I warn them is that you lose any and all sense of time after awhile. No one believes me on the first and after 2020, I suspect everyone feels the second.

My internal clock is so messed up right now because I've worked a weird schedule the last two weeks and now, here it is my normal second day of work and I'm not at work and also I didn't sleep properly today because I HAD SO MUCH TO DO and there's the tiny twinge of worry that likes to grow to klaxon alarms at random times and yes, this is a run-on from hell but that's how my brain is working right now. So this feels like a Sunday to me because I'm off and I did my stay up, don't sleep thing and yet it's Wednesday. Trash day. Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I keep forgetting that. To be fair, part of the brain wonkiness is most likely due to lack of sleep, but I can't sleep til after my shower and I can't shower until Mums gets her final at home prep thing out of the way.

Apparently tomorrow, while I wait for them to call me with information, I will be doing laundry and baking cookies. Woo?

Now. Back to trying to pretend I am not worrying too much.