Gotta keep your hands up. Be light on your feet. Protect the head. Nothing below the belt. I said, nothing below the belt. Well Hell...this graveyard b-lls*!t is like getting hit below the belt considering my sleeping patters are all kinds of sucker punched.
I am seeing stars people! The little birdies that use to circle above our beloved cartoon character's heads when they were about to go down for the count...are sh!tting on me. My days--are short because I am so K.O.-ed from the weekend shift that I can never seem to wake up before 1 p.m.
To add to the brutality, the days have been absolutely amazing in Manhattan lately. It's roughly 40-45 degrees and sunny. A welcome change from the stark cold winter we've been experiencing, thus adding to my already sucker-punched demoralization because I am too exhausted to even try and be productive on a gorgeous afternoon.
I remember learning in psychology that you can't ever really catch up on sleep. I am living proof that my former statement is in fact a scientific fact. No matter how long I sleep or for how many days...it's never enough. I fend off the impending illness by drinking water and Pom 100% Juice, oh yea and a sh!t ton of coffee...when I retreat to my corner for a pick me up.
In all honesty, it's my second week pulling the weekend graveyard shift and so far Friday night has not been the title championship round...I'm getting through it. No hard blows to the gut just yet, but then again it is still early. Gotta stay light on the feet. Keep the head up and keep moving, but don't close your eyes hoping for that bell to ring...I still have 6 hours to go.
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