King Of The Night.

I've just had three days off.

To balance out that wonderment, I go back to work today and work 4 night shifts in 5 days. (I get Easter Sunday off - woo.) Needless to say, my sense of time is going to be all fucked up.

I don't mind the late shifts - I actually enjoy them. But working a bunch in a row just fucks up my internal clock. I find I'm groggy and ill-tempered for my first day shift afterwards.

I'll suck it up though. I'm not a bitch.

See you in the evening, kids.




Later.