I am currently so sleepy that it is hard to see straight. As I got out of a friend’s car a little while ago, I stumbled and nearly lost my balance, almost as if the half a glass of wine I had during dinner had taken on the powers of intoxication that the whole bottle normally possessed.

Work has been demanding lately, eating up bits of my evenings, weekends and valuable consciousness that I typically reserve for other, less lucrative endeavors. But the push is over, it ended today, and I am planning on returning to my normal, unambitious 40 hour work week starting tomorrow. Before I’m able to do that, I must pay my sleep debt. It’s the only debt in my life that I can’t wait to start repaying.