Waste of a day

I worked overnight on Monday and Tuesday to get a bunch of stuff that needed to be done done.  It was nice in the fact that I did not have to deal with people asking questions, be annoying, or just getting in the way.  So my sleep schedule got a little screwed up, but not to the point where I am wide awake at one in the morning.  

Wednesday morning I got back home a little after seven in the morning and promptly went to bed.  Fell asleep a little bit later and woke up at two thirty.  A nice, college student type time to get up.  The best part, I think, is that I went back to bed six hours later.  Oh yes my friends, I was up Wednesday for six hours.  Even though I got a decent amount of sleep in the morning, I still had to force myself to go to sleep at my normal time so I could get back on my normal sleeping pattern.  

Now, it is eight o'clock at night and I need to get ready for bed again at an early hour.  Why?  I have to work in eight hours.  Four in the morning.  

*Whoo whoo* They should be up cooking breakfast.