Shredding t-shirts lends itself to therapy and stylishness.
A workmate lent me some music by CMX. They are great, and soothing now that I'm still trying to recover from the night shifts. I didn't remember what day it was a couple of times, and almost threw up when I was eating breakfast at a gas station after work (it was my first proper meal in days). I still wasn't able to sleep more than 3 hours but maybe that will fix itself prior to the morning shifts. My father called. There's a lot of worry about grandma and grandpa (on my mother's side); they are no longer able to live on their own due to health problems and moved to a pensioneer home. I hope I can go and see them if only for a little while, when I go to my hometown in the beginning of April. Another friend from work promised to feed the cast cats while I'm away.