The 5:00 AM Roster Blurs into Sand

Dear Delyara, I’ve been awake for twenty-two hours straight, trying to balance the payroll compliance for my property company while covering an emergency night shift at the logistics terminal. The text on my laptop screen has completely turned into dry sand; I’ve read the same line of tax code six times now, and my brain simply refuses to process the meaning of the words. My eyes are bloodshot, my jaw feels like it’s been wired shut, and my heart is doing a strange, fluttering dance from the excessive caffeine. I am systematically burning my own life down to the ground for the sake of efficiency, and I don't even remember what I’m trying to buy with the profit anymore.