sing me to sleep

Gahhh, I am cursed! Yesterday I was trying to sleep between 2 pm - 6.30 pm. Didn't sleep a wink. I mean, it's nice to just be wrapped in your duvets in your bed, but when the intention is to sleep, and you don't get that sleep-- well, it's kind of annoying. Everything was wrong yesterday, because my bus driver was an asshole. Not to me, but other passengers, and I had a sudden urge to punch him, There's no need to be that rude. So, you know, all of this made a bad kickoff for my night shift, which turned out to be a bit crappy as well. Barely had time to sit down. At least the time went a lot faster. I got home this morning, slept for three hours, awoke by the sun and a full bladder. Had a shower and a meal before I went back to bed at 3 pm - 5.30 pm. Did I sleep? Barely. I'd just fallen in to a slumber when a nightmare woke me up. Dreamt about being late to work, like waking up at 7 am the next day. But my phone showed 2 am, and my siblings told me various times, and I was so bloody stressed that my face went completely red. I saw my face in a mirror, and it was awful. So you know, I'm not being very optimistic about my night shift tonight. Also, I have a bad feeling. I'm going to be a proper zombie. If at any point I start crying, blame the lack of sleep. Might as well just become a patient myself. The good news is that this is the last one, and then I can just sleep forever.