I survived yesterday.
It wasn't starting work at four in the morning that was so strange - it was arranging my sleeping schedule that was difficult. I wasn't able to get enough sleep before the shift, and was really groggy by the end of it. Then I had trouble napping after der B got me home (it was drizzling, and he didn't want me to melt).
I had a good night's sleep after he took me out to dinner, though, and feel fine now.
And that's enough of today's ego post.