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Good morning.

I think the gif sums up everything, everywhere.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have sleep issues. My body just refuses to sleep more than six hours. With Shawshank‘s early morning work schedule this week, he’s been going to bed an hour earlier. Since my sleep is soooooooo inconsistent, I’m staying up until at least the regular bedtime. Sunday and Monday night, I made it to about midnight. I barely hear Shawshank when the alarm goes off at 4:30 in the morning. And for the last two days, I’ve slept at least an hour later than typical.

Maybe it was Skyrim, maybe it was just me, but I had to force myself to stay up to the regular bedtime last night. Unlike the previous nights, I felt drowsy by 11pm last night, and shut off my game shortly thereafter. No sooner did I crawl under the covers when I had a buttload of anxiety, so I was trying to will myself to sleep because otherwise I’d spiral.

I was up around my “regular” time this morning.

One of Shawshank‘s new employee benefits is taking home the almost-expired stock. On his first day, he came home with two boxes of scalloped potatoes and a couple of cans of chickpeas. Yesterday, he came home with some cinnamon swirl raisin bread. I put off my planned dinner and made us some French toast waffles for dinner. They turned out pretty tasty.

Today is Wednesday. Last week’s TikTok tips were deposited this morning. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have to refund an order of pants from September because they never made it to Brasil. Lets see if my toes can make some extra money today.