I had a dream in which I found out I had an infant child. I thought
"shit, how did I forget I had a kid? when was I pregnant? and how the
hell am I supposed to take care of him with my current schedule?"
I woke up and was relieved, only to find out that I really did have a kid, just learning to hold his head.
When
I finally really did wake up, I double guessed myself, touched my
stomach to see if it felt like I had recently been pregnant.
My schedule really is strange: I work every other weekend, and my workday
is either 7-3:30 or 3-11:30, depending on the shift. I've been tired a
lot but hopefully once I adjust to the demands I will no longer come
home and fall flat on my face. This job is exactly what I was looking
for, out of the jobs available for my level of education and clinical
aspirations. But it requires interacting with new people
everyday, running around, being 'on' the entire time, and I've never
been good at that.
The rest of my family is in Vegas
until the 29th, so I have Potemkin for company. He's currently purring
next to me in hopes of receiving some affection. Recent rain is dripping
from the gutters.

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