I can't keep my days straight anymore

I went to work on my normal shifts Monday and Tuesday, but found out Tuesday night I was getting put on the 12 hour night shift for a special job we had going on Wednesday thru Friday. Fun! So I went home and tried staying up as late as I could Tuesday, but still being wiped out from the weekend, I only managed to make it till about 11:30 Tuesday night. Then I was up by 8 am. Good news was, I was working with Hefe, Crossbow, and our bud Choncho. I've worked these night shifts with Hefe and Choncho before, and while it's brutal trying to stay up, it's usually fun. So Crossbow texted me about 8:30 Wednesday morning asking if I wanted to go tan and run some errands with her. We were done before noon and I went back home to relax and maybe try to sleep some more. That shit didn't happen.

Got to work at 6 pm, and it was just me and Choncho, since Hefe and Bow's shift didn't start till 7. It was a brutal, boring night, since there wasn't really anything going on. We were just there in case the phones rang, all manning our specific sections (but usually all gathered in Choncho's office, because it was just more fun) and trying to stay awake. We watched some Super Troopers; asked each other random questions, just going around the room spouting shit (What's your favorite color, who would you rather do Rosie or Ellen-that was the guys-what alcohol would you drink right now if you could?); batted a hackey sack with my cane, until the little rubber stopper end flew off and was 3 inches from slamming into my head...

Around 2 or 3 am we were all so bored, Hefe and Choncho were coloring the fuzzy poster I'd brought (I like to color when I get bored, and as much shit as they talked, so does everyone else), and Bow was falling asleep.

When I got off work at 6 am, I fell asleep the second I got home, but was awake and ready to go by 2 pm. Got to work by 6 pm, armed with my 4 pack of Redbull, some movies, and STILL forgetting my thumb drive full of pictures from last weekend so I could post some up here. We only ended up working until 11:30 that night, since all the other shops were released to go home early, and there was nothing we could really do. And I didn't have to go to work on Friday. Hell to the yeah bitches!

My sleep schedule's all kinds of fucked up, I just can't sleep anymore. I've had a couple of my beautiful Kokanee beers that I smuggled home in my duffle, but I'm thinkin it's time to bust out the sleeping pills.

I'll post about last weekend, with pictures, soon, I promise.