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Yesterday, I left work at around 8 a.m. and went to bed at 11 a.m., because I was going in early to help cover part of a shift. I really didn't get any sleep, and got up at 7 p.m. and worked from 8 p.m. Saturday night to 7:30 a.m. Sunday morning.
I have not really slept much since coming home. I've tried. It ain't happening.
Don't get me wrong. I'm tired. I feel tired, my reflexes and reactions are off from lack of sleep.
What happens when I lie down? I stare at the fucking ceiling for a couple of hours and then get back up.
Not fun. At all.
I have not really slept much since coming home. I've tried. It ain't happening.
Don't get me wrong. I'm tired. I feel tired, my reflexes and reactions are off from lack of sleep.
What happens when I lie down? I stare at the fucking ceiling for a couple of hours and then get back up.
Not fun. At all.