It’s hard for me to keep track of that shit when I start work at 3:00 PM one day and get off at 3:00 AM the next day.
I wake up not knowing what day of the week it is sometimes.
Supposedly I have one more day of this 12 hour bullshit but I have been to Grandma’s house before and ain’t counting my chickens before they hatch.
More coffee is in order either way.
Of course life goes on and doesn’t give a rusty fuck how many hours you have been working and there is always some other bullshit you gotta take care of, which I just got done doing.
Now I gotta throw something together for lunch and hit the road. My sandwich maker is currently unavailable so it’s time to revert to my old bachelor ways.
See ya when I see ya.