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Welp. I woke up half an hour before my alarm, which is already set at the maximum safe distance from normal person waking up so that I get the minimal sleep time to be functional. So I am missing thirty minutes of sleep because my allergies kicked into overdrive, and between those two things I am going to be a fucking zombie all day. Not looking forward to this.

... and I just realized that half to there quarters of the shit I have to do on this rotating to-do list is shit I can't do at work. Poop. I mean, okay, the bulk of it is long fiddly things I can do at work when I'm lacking most of my other crap, but still that's sort of frustrating. Oh well. The big things I should do. Like fix my web page. And finish up at least those two supplemental documents. And work on writing anything ever. Murderboarding has taken over my brain. Lack of sleep helped kill it off this morning, I am running on momentum, instinct, and sugar cookies.

(Okay, not sugar cookies, I haven't had one in about four hours, but the boy brought some home and I may have had them for breakfast dessert which is now totally a thing.)

Self, you know how to do this. You've done more on less sleep before, the only difference is that now instead of weasels you have wolves because you've dropped down to roughly middle of the fucking night levels of tired. Fuck the wolves. Or, you know, don't, but that's what the subroutines are for. Shut the wolves out, leave them at the gate, eyes on your own paper, do your fucking work. You damn well have enough of it.

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