Well its just after 3 in the morning. I'm on night shift again in Gods waiting room. Don't know why I agreed to two nights in a row but there you go. This is when it gets you. The sheer boredom, nothing on tv and everyone is asleep. Sat here thinking "What the hell am I doing here?" I could be sound asleep in a warm comfy bed. And I wish I was. I could be lying sleeping with a satisfied smile on my face after being out on the town, or tucked up with L.
Instead, I'm stuck in this soul destroying, run-down home.
Its a strange feeling being up this long. Awake all day Friday, all Friday night, all day Saturday and all this night. You're still alert but slightly slowed down. Reaction times slow. Almost like being slightly drunk with no happy feelings or inflated ego. The eyelids are very heavy but thats to be expected. The worst is the slightly sick feeling in the pit of the stomach. It puts you off eating. the lack of emotion is a bit odd also. I'm in the sitting room, where I was watching tv earlier. A resident came in and sat down and promptly fell asleep. He woke up about an hour and a half later when I was lying on the sofa. He was walking and nearly fell. He managed to stop himself but if he had fallen, I know I would only have felt irritation that I would have had to get up. Hmm. Well thats life. We all need sleep. Nighty night.
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