I hate not seeing her on Christmas. 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.