the Tragic Trauma Tabs

Its happening again.

I should know, I've went through this several times before.

The edge of exaustion, the limit of sanity.

Right now all my muscles ache, my head feels like its submerged in urine and blood, my eyes are like police sirens warding off all who looks at me in direct contact. I want to sleep but cant due to my working hours. If i had my way, i would have sleept in but i cant afford getting that 'write up'. Back to back shifs, 14hr work day, and evil overseers. Seems like the begining of a video game, but this time the hero is a lowely security guard that just cant tell from phisical to imagined images. I hope i dont have to write any reports of incidents or stupid he said she said buisness.
I feel like gnawing at my tendons.

This is the borderline, if i dont have sleep soon then dementia kicks in and afterwards... Doktor Sleepless.