Sleepy after an evening of nightshifting; the first night of a handful I am to labor within this schedule. Not particularly productive beyond the scope of my intended tasks for the night but I will be enjoying the final writing bits of my my script later on tonight after all my workmates have gone home to sleep or out to cavort and frolick among the fields of ethanolian delights. Bacchus be with them!
Not much to relate in general. Bored, yet not. Machinations regarding people I am interested in though I know better than to start messing about now that I've this goal set clear in my mind: creative productivity. This could be hindered by the above mentioned machinations. Not good. Not entirely bad, but not good.
Looking forward to hitting the sack in my immediate future. A night full of pushups and pistols should help create enough fatigue so that my body and mind will have no choice but to succumb to slumber.
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