Suddenly, the rhythm shifts.
I really should be in bed by now. It’s only ten in the evening, but I really should be. After sleeping in ’til around nine (or, gasp, later) for a couple of weeks, I have to start living an actual life and get up early. Much earlier. Like six in the morning early. And I’m not sure if I’m gonna be alright.
There’s really nothing else I can do if I want to be able to get my daily eight hours of work in and still make it back home in time for dinner, even if public transport messes up. It does that stupidly often, and I don’t want to be missing dinner stupidly often. Reheated food is okay, but not as good as it used to be.
Still, I actually got some non-work things done today too. That’s a good start for my first day of work, I’d say.