Diary of a double-shift worker

Hour 1: 05:05 is way too early to wake up. Time to hit the snooze button again. A few times.

Hour 2: I'm finally making it out the door at 06:45 like I've been trying to for a week. Even if there's a line at Starbucks this morning, I'll have the time to wait in it.

Hour 7: There's still coffee in my mug, and I can't decide if I should drink it as fast as I can so I can nap in the evening, or space it out and just stay up when I get home.

Hour 7.5: Coffee's all gone.

Hour 11: Freedom! Work is done and it's time to go home. I hope I catch up to a bus on the way home so I won't have to bike all the way home. Again.

Hour 12: Had to bike all the way home again, but at least I don't feel so much like death when I got in this time.

Hour 14: Put some coffee on; guess I'm foregoing the nap. I know I'll feel like a leaky garbage truck rolled over me after all the work is done, so deciding to just forge ahead and do as much as I can beforehand.

Hour 16: FEELING ELECTRICKY AND BUZZY FROM TOO MUCH COFFEE I DON'T LIKE THIS FEELING AND MY EYES ARE HUGE, HUGER THAN NORMAL

Hour 17: Do I bike to work, or take the TTC? It'll be faster to bike, but I'll use up more energy that way. If I take the TTC I'll get to relax, but I'll probably be in a deficit of relaxation from all the stress the world's worst public transport system has caused me.

Hour 19: Finally arrived at work having decided on a mix of biking and busing. Feeling the effects of too much coffee and still having to go to the bathroom every two seconds. This feels like it's going to be a long night.

Hour 22: At about 02:00, the tiredness is hitting me with the ferocity of a tsunami crashing on the shore. I'm too buzzed to fall asleep, but a simple act like walking has me stumbling as though I'm wearing clown shoes.

Hour 24: I'm doing okay if I keep walking around and not thinking about how many hours I've been awake. Plus, the sunrise is really pretty this morning, washing up from the ground and bathing the silhouette of the downtown buildings in peachy pink hues.

Hour 27: Finally clocked out and ready to head home. Thought it'd be harder than it was to bike up the hill on Strachan Avenue, but perhaps it's just a last little bit of energy I've got in wanting to get home.

Hour 28: Where, oh where, is the bus at the station? My app tells me it should have been here by now. Waiting for a bus? Ain't nobody got time for that!

Hour 28.5: Bus has finally arrived, and I'm being lulled into a dreamy half-sleep by the sun's heat through the window and the soporific thrum of the bus's engine.

Hour 29: ZZzzzz...