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Weeks one and two were fine, still had enough evenings off to make up for lost sleep, was most likely a tad bit grouchy on the mornings after a meeting, but a little bit of caffeine took care of that... ah, who am I kidding, I'm almost always a little grouchy in the morning...

Weeks three and four were borderline, had less time off, and the time that I did have off was spent doing boring things such as bill paying, laundry and what not. Tended to be very agitated at work, and less sympathetic to homeowners and their sob stories about why they couldn't get things done in two years time. I'm sure I earned a few more nasty nicknames in the community.

Weeks five and six were interesting. Life broke down to work, robotics and sleep (with eating and bathing slipped in between each event). Became a bit robotic at work, doing everything on autonomous mode. Became very reliant on caffeine to get me through the day. Short term memory became undependable, things ended up placed in unusual places (peanut butter in the linen closet, milk in the microwave, and I'm not even going to try to figure out how my hairbrush ended up where it did). Emotions swung wildly, from utter devastation at the slightest mistake to a giddy hilarity over the silliest of things (such as getting dressed for a meeting and laughing hard enough to cry after looking down and realizing that I was not going to be able to get my jeans on over the boots I had already put on).

It wasn't just the lack of sleep that caused such tiredness, I normally get between 5 and 6 hours of sleep a night and do fine. It was the lack of personal time, time to do nothing but read or stretch out on the floor and listen to music or work on things for fun without the worry of a deadline. And I can tell I'm still tired now because I'm rambling...

Heidi

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"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..." -Shakespeare