tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686867603540337932.post2090299564355937298..comments2023-07-08T07:34:29.118-07:00Comments on Chapter Twenty Something: Breaking Routine. I Hate Nightshift.Lhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10634384808497512617noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686867603540337932.post-68533463324246092252010-11-24T19:26:17.648-08:002010-11-24T19:26:17.648-08:00I totally would feel the exact.same.way. In fact, ...I totally would feel the exact.same.way. In fact, B used to have a job where he'd have to travel for a night or two and I hated it. Despised it. In fact, that's why he ended up quitting his job!!!Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16377594606599796121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6686867603540337932.post-57006698788664593822010-11-24T18:19:26.108-08:002010-11-24T18:19:26.108-08:00I'm a bad girlfriend. The Bottomless Pit snore...I'm a bad girlfriend. The Bottomless Pit snores. And talks zombie talk. And is a bedhog...and a blanket hog. And he thrashes all around in his sleep. AND he always needs me to set the alarm for some unGodly hour because he can't wake up for work on his own (and I can't wake up for an alarm for me, but if it's for him I have no problem...that's so weird...). The few nights that we've spent apart were so relaxing. I actually SLEPT. I was scared, though, because I'm pretty much never by myself at night. <br /><br />You guys are way cute, by the way, and I love it. Hope your time apart flies. And night shift is totally unacceptable, tell his boss I said so.<br /><br />:DMichelle@DomesticationoftheSingleGirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17875515103822677095noreply@blogger.com