It's a vicious cycle: I fall behind on life and start cutting into my sleep time so I can catch up. Then I'm so rough around the edges that I can't keep up. Giving up even more sleep just makes me less effective and then...
If I'm lucky, a weekend comes along and I get to catch up on that delightful thing we call sleep.
If I'm not so lucky I survive on coffee.
I'm tucked into bed and blogging this on my phone. In about one minute I'm going to put this down and catch some shuteye.
Looks like I'm getting lucky tonight.