Sweet Catastrophe

I really can’t do this anymore. I can’t get up and be at work at 6am once a week when the rest of my week finds no obligations until 11am. At work, they’ll quip that they do this every day–exactly. Your body is accustomed to this, mine isn’t. I try to go to bed earlier on these nights, but those are the nights my brain just won’t shut off and then anxiety creeps in and sleep never comes. Though, it does afford me an opportunity to watch stars desperately peddle acne treatment, as if they just really need that money…

I got 2 1/2 hours last night. Now I have to work until 3 and when I’m done there, I have to go to class. How will I do that on less than 3 hours of sleep? We may be cutting this day short. Text me some good excuses for leaving work early…

I think today I may compose a letter to Peggy, begging not to schedule me before 8am anymore. I know it’s only 2 hours, but those 2 hours mean even if I don’t get to sleep before 2, I can get five hours of sleep and I can work with that. I can.