Sleep: The Draining of My Life

Sleep.

I feel like I am becoming more and more detached from the familiarity of
good sleep. I work overnight during the weekends. So on those days I am required to put off sleeping until I am done with work, at either six or eight in the morning. And on Sundays I only allow myself up to three hours of sleep before I go to church. Then I finish my sleep in the afternoon, when I have come back from church. So Sundays are probably my worst day for sleep, but I enjoy going to church (it is one of the highlights of my week, when I get to spend time with people), so I would rather not cut that out.
I guess I get good sleep on my days off. I usually go back to a normal sleeping schedule, with the rest of the world. But during those weekend days, when my sleep begins at the finish of many other people's, I can feel in my body the destruction. Sleeping during the daytime is just not the same as going to bed when the sun is down. I am glad I have not kept track of all the many hours that have been lost so far...i'm afraid of what the numbers might be.

All this to say...I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say. Just that I'm slowly losing lifespan, I guess. And that I desperately look forward to the future of my life, when my job doesn't require daysleep.