It’s 11:31pm. Your humble narrator is exhausted. Only nine more hours to go. It’s nice that the hours are down to single digits, but it blows chunks that I still have more than a business day remaining.
I was just speaking to one of my fellow sufferers and he was sure that the third shift folks would be punching in shortly. I was hoping for that, but I didn’t know if they were off tonight or not. Hopefully they will take some of the sting out of the overnight.
I hope so…
Because I really…
Really…
Want to go to sleep.
Please let me go to sleep?
Inside the Red Head's Head 