And miles to go before I sleep…
Driving home from North Carolina. I finished my work at 3:30 this morning but now I have to drive back to the airport to turn in my access badge to the day crew. 45 minutes in the wrong direction. Good thing though, on the way back I can stop by the hotel and pick up my coffee mug. I know exactly where I left it, right by the coffee pot. I’m usually not so forgetful but the sleep deprivation is really getting to me right about now. I’m coming off of a 74 hour work week with several hour and a half round trips to the airport that I don’t charge time to. Basically, I worked and nodded off. Never really slept this week. After the work, the drive and the paperwork, I’d finally lie down and close my eyes only to open them ten minutes later worried that I overslept the next maintenance window. I’d say I got a solid seven hours of sleep since Sunday. I feel like fuck pie and now I have an eight hour drive home. The majority of my senses are hoping that I make it, some small part of me hopes I don’t. If I crash and burn, at least I’ll get some sleep.
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