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Got two and a half hours of sleep last night. Mostly, I'm not at all upset about that - it was my decision to stay up til five reading "Strange Loops," after all, and the story was, is, ever shall be, well worth the sleep deprivation (although I need to read it again: not sure if it's hard to follow at times because the guys are finishing each other's sentences and getting each other in a brilliant way that mere mortals aren't clued into, or if it was hard to follow because, yo, four in the morning). I'm mostly just bitter about the last half hour, actually: there is no reason on God's earth why I should have woken up, two and a half hours after I went to sleep, a half hour ahead of my alarm.

I mean, I haven't really had much success napping in the last couple of weeks, and I can't seem to sleep past eight without a seriously concerted effort. But... this is just ridiculous. I'd been thinking 'Okay, so I'm not tired all the time now,' but... I am, today.