It's 2100 hours. Still haven't got the courage to try that mincemeat pie. It's 2200 hours. It's 0000 hours. Third shift ends.
First shift begins.
You'll notice I didn't write anything for the last four hours. . . . Another officer came in at midnight. Maybe I can get him to try the mincemeat pie. I know it's wrong, but I hid the last of the raspberry almond rum cake. It's 0100 hours.