longpastbedtime

I think I just discovered the worst thing about working third shift: I've never wanted to drink so much in my life, and there's really no good time for it. I get off work at 7AM. I can't drink then, because I'm asleep in about an hour. I get up somewhere between noon and three, and don't want to drink because I just got up. Wait a few hours, and then it's getting closer to work time, and I don't want to go to work sauced. And I just restocked my fridge, too. I'll have to double (or triple, or more) down this weekend; it's the first I've had off in over a month. This a happy Ryan makes.