I’m semi-amused that this is today’s post. I stayed up too late, then had my sleep interrupted by my daughter. By the time I dragged myself out of bed this morning, I might have gotten five hours of sleep — this, after another short night earlier this week because I stayed up too late watching my husband play Skyrim. Sleep deprivation never used to bother me much, but now even a couple of days of it, and I feel muzzy-headed with a complete lack of focus. This does not translate well to productivity or even using one’s time moderately well. ( Read the rest of this entry » )
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