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Things have been in the HAZE this week. Sunday-now. I've flipped my schedule to become nocturnal in the hopes that if I crash when I come home from work every day (sleep occurring: approximately 11am-noon to 5pm-8pm), so that I may be able to retain my social life through my favorite time of the year for parties (HALLOWEEN).
Okay, nice concept. But.
Instead I nap when I get home at noon, and nap before I go into work (nap at noon, nap at midnight). It has created this weirdly long and perpetually endless cycle of darkness and twilight while I'm active, with a little: thoroughly being blinded by the sun when I emerge from the Target backroom warehouse, thrown in - like one long, never ending day.
Dear god I always surprise myself by saying it over and over. But I want an average Joe 9 to 5 job... just for a while. Just a while.
At least this sleeping pattern I'm getting to talk to the boyfriend more. It helps he was able to set up his own satlilite internet connection this week - it's hella faster then the previous service they provided.
Yesterday during a skype call there were thunderous booms in the distance from his tiny bedroom. "Don't worry hun, our artillery is returning fire, someone (a local?) shot a rocket at the base defense." It makes my stomach turn. He's been in two IED vehicle accidents previously - but is now apparently refusing to go on "missions" (missions 99%=convoys for his FOB), thank god. As Sargent of the Guard they keep him behind the walls most of the time... I just want him home. February needs to come sooner.
OFF TO THE GYM, running to combichrist is the only way to run.
Okay, nice concept. But.
Instead I nap when I get home at noon, and nap before I go into work (nap at noon, nap at midnight). It has created this weirdly long and perpetually endless cycle of darkness and twilight while I'm active, with a little: thoroughly being blinded by the sun when I emerge from the Target backroom warehouse, thrown in - like one long, never ending day.
Dear god I always surprise myself by saying it over and over. But I want an average Joe 9 to 5 job... just for a while. Just a while.
At least this sleeping pattern I'm getting to talk to the boyfriend more. It helps he was able to set up his own satlilite internet connection this week - it's hella faster then the previous service they provided.
Yesterday during a skype call there were thunderous booms in the distance from his tiny bedroom. "Don't worry hun, our artillery is returning fire, someone (a local?) shot a rocket at the base defense." It makes my stomach turn. He's been in two IED vehicle accidents previously - but is now apparently refusing to go on "missions" (missions 99%=convoys for his FOB), thank god. As Sargent of the Guard they keep him behind the walls most of the time... I just want him home. February needs to come sooner.
OFF TO THE GYM, running to combichrist is the only way to run.