Night Shift Survival Mode

Three nights in a row and I’m officially running on fumes and bad decisions.

Night Shift Survival Mode

Found myself eating Lucky Charms at 2am because apparently that counts as dinner when you’re this tired. Marcus caught me mid-bite looking like the zombie I’ve become.

The thing about night shifts is they mess with everything - your sleep, your appetite, your basic human functions.

Couch time before attempting sleep

By the time I drag myself to the couch, I’m too wired to sleep but too tired to do anything productive. So I scroll my phone and hope Biscuit’s snoring will lull me into unconsciousness.

Fuel for another long one

At least I’ve got my essentials - coffee that’s probably too strong and my work badge that feels heavier each shift. Two more nights and I’m back to normal schedule. Or what passes for normal in this house.