I cant sleep well now every day. I sleep at two and awake at lunchtime. It's all very crazy. I write this to express a couple of days in one. Since there's no separation in night i don't know really, inside, when the appropriate time is for doing the new diary.
Time is one thing that does it, but externally. The day is also slipping, today is monday, tomorrow is Friday. When I get to lunch, I say good-morning, when I get to dinner, I always think it's lunchtime. I have a strange feeling that it is not going to stop. Basically I'm f???ed.
Hunger creeps in at the wrong time too. So the third officer Jo showed me the underground kitchens. That's a breeze. We attack at midnight and plates are full like the sea.
We went hydro on the deck with the couzins, Pepsi and Kim. And the penguins in the distance. He also had a packet of halls that made us breathe like the captains of the ice waters.
All the days went by and first is still trying to make me keep them in order, I just can't. I don't think I'm built like that. The card games we play and the times at the bar are all infused in one. Funny.