…that bedtime didn’t matter.
I remember my first quarter of college. I moved into the dorm on September 20, 1995. I ended up going my entire first quarter without going to bed before midnight. When I realized that I had this little streak going, I made a point of staying with it, even the two nights after the cup of coffee that broke the coffee maker.
And I made it, remaining relatively functional for the entire quarter.
Of course, that was twenty years ago. Last night, I pushed through to finish my tax classes, finishing shortly after midnight. (I have this blog set two hours ahead just in case a post is still a work in progress when the clock strikes 12. ) It was 12:40 by the time I turned out the light. I got up at 5:45.
I paid the price today. I’ve been yawning all day, but I made it. So, between my exhaustion and the fact that Alissa really wants the computer, I’m going to bed.
I promise you a more substantive post tomorrow.