Third night shift in a row and my body has no idea what time it is anymore. Got off at 9am, sat down to sketch instead of sleeping, and now I’m wired at 2pm on a coffee I probably shouldn’t have had.
Someone at work asked if I wanted to grab lunch with the team next week and I just… said maybe. Not because I don’t like them, just don’t have it in me right now to explain why I’m quieter than I used to be, or why I keep to myself in the break room. Easier to draw in my car for 20 minutes instead.
The sketchbook’s filling up faster then it has in years, so that part’s fine I guess! Just wish my sleep schedule agreed with the rest of me.