Another night shift.
I've been running on empty the past few days. Next week is going to be hell. Half of the staff has quit (and we were understaffed from the get-go). No one's working nights except me. My manager is having some nervous breakdown in Mexico, and he's probably never coming back to work.
Problems in work are always sent to you in anonymous envelopes.
At least I can drink tap water.
I've been thinking too much and acting too little.
There are a few things I couldn't give up . . . things I've been dishonest about.
But it's not about giving them up anymore . . . I know they were nothing to begin with.
Somehow, between when the sun went down and this very moment, I awoke.