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Okaaay. Update. Even more tired in the last minute. I can function properly on one night of poor sleep. Even two. But when I get three or four nights of crap sleeps, I'm so freaking tired. And I don't want to go to work today. Especially because I have to go to work on Sunday. Just so I can have Tuesday off. Because I'm moving on Tuesday. Making this the third Sunday in a row where I'll have worked. We're supposed to have every second Sunday off. Moni has that. I worked three Sundays ago. Everyone worked last Sunday because it was packing day. And I'm working this Sunday.

You may think that because I've had Monday to Thursday off, I'd have slept well. But no. Not really. The light comes through the curtains too dang early and then my body goes "IT'S LIGHT OUTSIDE. TIME TO WAKE UP?" And I'm like "NO. It isn't." But then my brain is all "That's just too dang bad, because you're waking up anyways." *bombards with thoughts and light*

So yeah. I should get up. And get ready. I move out on Tuesday. I will have no time to pack. Until Tuesday.

Anyways, I'm going to stop so you don't have to read any more of my complaining. BAII.

And I don't mean to complain because I'm just happy to have a job. But maybe not this job exactly.

Right. Bye. I love you.