I'm not sure how ironic the title of this post is.
I slept nine hours, which is something that usually takes me two days to accomplish, which is good. It leaves me feeling sleepier though. It reveals in greater detail my abyss of cumulative sleep loss.
I spent the day writing exams for my two classes. I like writing exams. They have to be good assessment tools but I usually find a way to introduce new concepts and examples.
So instead of spending time with my wife and children I spent most of the day with my laptop. When I hear someone spout the cliche about no one regretting on their deathbed that they didn't spend more time at work, I always think to myself "how wrong you are".
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