Punch the Clock. in The Napkin.

Working 11 to 11 today.

Oh, I was asked beforehand. I stupidly said yes. Been there long enough where I can turn my interior monologue off a bit and autopilot.

Days end. At least I have tomorrow off. Huh. Not sure whether to plan something fun for tomorrow or let it surprise me like a menstrual period. (…This is why I try to be quiet in person, as things sound good in my head, but confuse the Terrans.)