Brady's lays next to me and his eyes are gradually closing. He keeps dazing off trying to fall asleep. All I can think about when I see this is how he will sleep all day but once I'm trying to go to sleep for work and have to wake up at 3:30 am, he's going to be whining and clawing at his cage upset with me for having him locked up.
I remember back when I didn't have a job, or a dog, I could sleep all day during winter break without any worries of having to take care of a dog or go to work at the ungodly hour of 4am. Then again, this morning wasn't so bad, the timed seemed to fly by and I wasn't as tired when I got off work. I mean, of course I still slept until 12:45 after I got off. I try not to sleep too much later than that since I still have to try and go back to sleep by 10 at night.
It's weird to think about how little I actually work considering how tiring it makes me. I don't know whether to think of it as pathetic that I'm tired, or feel as though I'm actually growing up and getting a "big boy" job. I only have about 7-8 more hours to work until I get to go home for the weekend and Christmas but it feels like another week. It's also two days until Christmas Eve and I still don't have the spirit. But I already touched on that unfortunate feeling.
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