So very strange.

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It isn't just sleep which is stretching.  Fourteen hours down, this last time.  And, yet, nearly twenty four hours up this shift?  Or... will be before I go down.  Medicine.  And the end of summer.  Working in concert.  Then again, because of it, medicine is being missed.

I am neither trying to stay up longer, or sleep longer.  I wake as I do, I sleep as I must.  When I wake, I get up.  No pushing, shoving, trying, or else.  It's just that I have no way to push off, no direction to push toward.  I'm... in a fog.  Harshly.  I am gaming, which helps me... focus.  Just a tiny bit.

I won't get trash out before bedtime.  I am hoping to do early, which means I hope I don't sleep a full day.  Either way, trash will go out when I wake.  Oh... but this is a holiday weekend, right?  I need to check on that.

Sleep sure sounds good.  I have shut off the console.  Just typing in to sort things out, or a bit?  Yeah.  Best get on to bed before I end up crawling up the stairs.  It's happened more times than I'd like to remember.  Which... means many times.  I... rarely remember... compared to times it happens.  Goodnight.