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At my job, we work swing shifts, switching every 2 weeks. It normally goes 3rd-2nd-1st-2nd-1st.
So this week I started on 3rd, but a guy on 1st shift got hauled in for drunken driving the past weekend, so I also worked 4 hours of his shift.
I drove home at 10am and walked into my empty apartment. I was definitely tired, but I thought of how nice it'd be to crawl into a warm bed next to a warm body, so I didn't feel like going to bed. A couple hours later, I thought of how nice it would've been to share the last couple hours with someone, so I decided to go to sleep.
I'm torn. I really miss those relationshippy things, yet I don't miss the work and responsibility involved in a relationship. Maybe one day I'll grow up.