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I dreamed of a pile of things all clustered and balanced together on a church steeple --- the old pilots' joke about a one-point landing. There was only one way to get down, by slide. And then I woke and couldn't get to sleep again.
Is this always going to happen on Sunday mornings? The morning I get the least sleep anyway, and need it the most urgently? And there is a party tonight. Thankfully, I do not have to wake early tomorrow, but still, me on a sleep deficit is not a sight for sore eyes. Why? Why?
Coffee, you shall be my friend.
Circadian rhythms, get back to the negotiation table. Now.
Is this always going to happen on Sunday mornings? The morning I get the least sleep anyway, and need it the most urgently? And there is a party tonight. Thankfully, I do not have to wake early tomorrow, but still, me on a sleep deficit is not a sight for sore eyes. Why? Why?
Coffee, you shall be my friend.
Circadian rhythms, get back to the negotiation table. Now.
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