At work, we're in the middle of a crisis. We're basically on a 24/7 schedule until the crisis has passed. I felt bad for being out this weekend, so I took the graveyard shift for today (midnight to eight).
Jesus fucking Christ, why did I do this? I can't think. I can barely form sentences. I tried to go to bed early, but never ended up falling asleep except for a short nap and now I have to be up for another six hours. I'm not even really tired. I just feel like my brain is filled with Jell-O and my blood is vibrating.
My co-workers are all coherent because they're super-human or something. Times like this, I resent my body for needing sleep. Why don't other people in my field need sleep?! How do so many of them do this, night after night?!