A wuss, I say! I can't go to bed at 10 and get up at 4:15 and hope to function at work. I was so tired this morning. And starving. That's what you get when the day starts with a swim at sparrowfart. And now, 7:33 in the evening, one glass of red wine has put me out of commission. I think I'm going to take my work to bed and get up before sparrowfart tomorrow to finish those performance measures that are due at 8am.
Pathetic.
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