To be honest, this isn't too much of a surprise. I've been pushing my sleep deltas something chronic for the past couple of weeks, chipping away at the time I do spend asleep to the point where both Thursday and Friday I was afraid I'd blank out on my way home. Looks like last night that finally caught up with me.
What really fucks me off about this is that it was a Friday night I lost. Had I passed out during the week at (say) nine and slept through, I wouldn't have minded nearlya s much. Instead, I decide to fuck up and sleep through the first day of my weekend. Some days, I really fucking hate living in two time zones at once.
And I didn't think I looked too bad...
So, anyone care to refresh my mind/invent what went on between the hours of one and three for me? Real or not, I don't care, as long as it's interesting.