just completed my round of night shift.
it was fun & freaky cos the seniors were telling us ghost stories
at about 3-ish in the morning, scaring the shit out of latheefa and i.
the three nights were peaceful with an exception of a few call bells.
nothing major though, so i was glad.
the thing about doing night shift is that the biological clock
goes haywire whether you like it or not.
yes, I'M AWARE THAT IT'S PART OF THE JOB.
so by the 3rd night i was already zombified, ready to just plonk
onto my bed and have a good good sleep.
come sunday morning, i was super glad that someone offered to
bring me to breakfast and send me home.
let's do the equation shall we?
free breakfast + free ride home = happy saidah
haha!
however, the incredible dream/thought about having a good good sleep
didn't come true. slept for half an hour before going for
semarak kasturi at woodlands regional library, a production
in which sara was involved in (anyways, we're her loyal fans. haha.).
i seriously need sleeeeep.
goodnight world.