all slept out
I had a seven-hour turnaround between shifts at work the other day, which works out to about three and a half hours of sleep in practice. Off at eleven, home to my little apartment, asleep by (maybe) one A.M., back up at quarter to five, out the door at five thirty, for another nine hours on the job.
The guy that came to relieve me wanted to talk a whole bunch for some reason, despite me repeatedly declaring that I needed to get off my feet and get home.
I tried to get a few things done when I got in, but after an hour or two realized I was just too exhausted to accomplish anything. So I soaked in a hot bath for about an hour, ate a cold piece of pizza, climbed onto my futon, and despite the fact that everyone and their mother seemed to try to be calling me, I fell asleep before 8 o’clock.
I wasn’t intending to cash out. These things usually go badly for me: I’ll come home from work and take a ‘power nap’ which ends up being almost two hours, then I’m wide awake till 2 A.M. This time, however, I manged to keep myself more or less asleep until I groggily opened my eyes at four in the morning. I got up and closed the window, and pulled my futon out into a bed, hoping I’d be able to get back to sleep for a couple of hours.
No such luck: turns out I was all slept out. So I turned my head to look out the window and watch the sky get lighter as the sun came up.
Then I walked down the street for a cup of coffee so I could write this post.
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