#utterlyexhausted

...My other half sleeps with a desk fan blowing over the both of us, and the window wide open? I guess I only have to put up with it for one more weekend until I finish my old job in my old town, and then go back to my new house, in my new town. But until then, getting less than 6hour sleep is no fun when you have a 9hour shift to carry out the next day (especially when the days past have involved demanding complaining customers). The idea of being asleep right now, is so alluring it almost makes the act of getting comfortable seem boring. It's the cartoon idea of comfort, where the tiny chick is surrounded by all those cotton balls and bubble wrap. It can never actually be achieved in reality.

This saddens me somewhat in my quest for exhausting myself to the point of being able to sleep without the drone of my fiance's desk fan, and the quiet hum of the nearby main road pulsing through the open window. I know that I won't be truely comfortable, or in a deep enough slumber to satisfy my work induced exhaustion, and the process will be repeated until tomorrow night.