I wish I had something interesting to write about, but my sleep deprived brain is unable to come up with anything witty or clever that would hold anyone’s attention for more than a millisecond. This tiredness has slipped far into my being. It’s so deep, its actually become a part of who I am. I find, like a college kid who says they can drive better when they are drunk, that I am more aware and alert with 4 hours of sleep than I ever was with 8. It is a bizarre phenomenon, and one that is probably attributable to the hormones spiking or waning or whatever the fuck happens after you have kids. But anyway, I feel this inexplicable urge to keep this blog sort of up to date. But, is there a point if I have nothing to say?

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