Every single bit of volumetric compression I did on my mental state to prepare me for going into work while feeling a bitnsick came quickly unraveled when someone told me I looked like death warmed up. For the morning at least, that was an accurate description of me. Gradually I felt better and better though, by the days' end I was just tired. Funny how I chase sleep now more than I chase films or video games, that 'well rested high' is no joke.
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