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It is 11:30 and I probably won’t get to bed for another hour. This is later than my usual 10ish bedtime. I know tomorrow morning I will struggle to wake up. This always happens. The first few hours at work will drag. Coffee won’t do much. I’ll be in a sour mood, most likely.

Things might start picking up around lunch. In the hour before noon—having not eaten yet—I’ll be craving food. I will devour whatever it is I’m eating. Then a slow upward climb of energy until the end of the workday, when it once again dissipates.