You keep trying to love the devil out of me

Hey. It’s afternoon. I had a terrible sleep last night. Terrible. Up early around 3 am with stomach cramps. After a trip to the bathroom, I lightly dozed until 4, when I had to use the bathroom again. The alarm scared me less than an hour later.

Good times.

Got up and stared at the TV for 30 or so minutes, drinking coffee. Then it was time to head to work. Did the environmental stuff, then the opening stuff. We opened three minutes early because a guy can’t read time properly.

The shift was dead. But it started to pick up just before we left. I headed over to Shady Acres to haul in wood pellets, and clean the stove. My father misunderstood my mom when she said shut the stove off, Shawshank will be over after work to clean it, and bring in the pellets. He thought I was just bringing in the pellets.

Now, I get to go over on a day off to clean it. Yay.

Back to work tomorrow for a full day shift. I haven’t eaten lunch but I don’t really care. I’m not hungry. I haven’t really been hungry in weeks. I eat. But when I work, the last thing I want to do is eat.

I’m tired.