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So here I am, on my third out of four nights, blogging away as I sit down here, a little too hungry to continue with report writing and tidying up of case folders. I need a little distraction.

On second thoughts, nope, no distraction is needed. I just need things to remain as they are right now, and for this to continue till Sunday morning. Tee-hee!

Just had a cup of those instant porridge, you know the popular one that's showing in commercials too frequently lately? Had the White (it goes by colour) porridge and er-hem, I'm stuck with the after effects now as well. Terribly unpleasant really.

No home cooked food tonight because I suggested not to, was craving for some unhealthy alternatives, like cup noodles. Exactly, I'm puzzled with my brain function too; noodles not equal to porridge.

Anyway, I shall remember not to try something so adventurous along that category next time.

Back to the night shifts topic. I'm seriously considering taking up the role of a permanent night staff for the next four months. I discussed this with the mother one day and she was pretty against it - "too damaging to your health," she said.

I'm just tempted by the silence I have during night shifts - there's no staffs or family members shouting at you. Much much more peaceful really. Then again, night shifts are DRAINING. Very Very Very exhausting. When morning comes, I'm like a zombie, almost dead but not quite, and all that's going through my mind is SLEEP and BED. Seriously.

Okay dokay, back to report writing for now and may morning come soon :)

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