Need... sleep...

I really, really do. I'm at the front desk, again. This would be day two of my being called by an R.A. to take the 7-9 shift at the front desk. And I didn't get to sleep until, like, 4. Normally, three hours of sleep is enough to drag me through the day, but I got even less sleep yesterday, so I'm really tired. I keep dozing off, and having crazy little dreams that I think are real. Not fancy dreams, with plot and characters and suchlike, but little dreams, where, say, somebody drops by and sits down next to the front desk. Then, a minute later, she's not there at all, and neither is the chair, and I relize I must have been asleep. Luckily, I haven't been talking out loud to my non existent neighbors. Because, if I had, that would be sort of embarrassing, now wouldn't it? Yes, yes it probably would, making me look like a fool.

oh, man. I really, really need to get some more sleep. I just had another one of those fancy half-dream, half hallucination affairs, and this is while a vacuum cleaner is running not two feet away from me. It's loud! I should not be able to slip into dreamland!

I'm sorry if this seems rambling or borderline insane: I'm really tired, though. What really sucks is this, the guy who didn't show up for his 7-9 shift also has the 9-11 shift immediately after. So, I have no idea what to do when that comes around. Oy.