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Back to operating on 5 hours of sleep

11 October 2016

Went to bed at 11pm last night, woke up at 4-ish. But didn't get to work until the first quarter of 5am. My mind was still sleepy and struggling to make any semblance of my altered wake up time.

The bright LED in the bathroom helped a lot. Wish I had washed my face as well, then I wouldn't have been so restless. This is common. I should know, I've done this before. It should take a few days to get used to and then I'll be on track, until I crash and burn. Then it's back to sleeping like a regular human being.

I should probably take up some kind of exercise. Just the basic stuff, push ups, squats, planking etc. I can plank for  60 seconds, no problem. The burn begins at 40-isdh seconds, but done'st get really bad until the one minute mark. Like Casey Neistat says, it is possible to substitute a small amount of sleep with exercise and still be able to function at optimal levels.

Or maybe it's the initial adrenalin rush, akin to a sugar rush, that keeps me awake through the morning slump, except there is no rapid burn at the end.
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