If there’s one thing I absolutely frickin’ HATE about working this weird shift, it’s that it seems to encourage those weird dreams where you think it’s real life. And not only do I feel like I’m not getting ANY sleep since my stupid brain thinks we’re up doing stuff all night, but also, I can’t remember what really happened and what was just a dream.
I mean, I can pretty much weed out all the really weird shit — like if I can fly or what have you — but the mundane, day-to-day shit? No chance. Did I tell Chuckweasel I had a doctor’s appointment in real life, or did I just dream it? For that matter, did I actually MAKE a doctor’s appointment, or did I dream THAT? DO I EVEN HAVE A DOCTOR?
So the end result of this is that I have lots and lots of conversations that go like this:, “Hey, did I remember to tell you such and such?” “Yes, and this will be the fourth time.” “Really?” “Yes, really.” But better safe than sorry! Or maybe it’s “better annoying than absent?” I’ll work on that.