Day three of three at the jail, and as usual, my brain is turning into mush.

I work at a small jail in a small Indiana county. We don't have a lot of criminal activity around here, which is a good thing. Unfortunately, it also means the shifts can be painfully slow.

And slow days drag like hell.

Combine that with getting very little sleep between 12-hour shifts, and by day three, my brain is pretty well cooked.

Today is going to be even longer than usual. When I clock out at the jail, I'm heading straight to the Brown County Music Center to work security for tonight's Blue October show.

My brain might be done, but apparently my work schedule isn't.