In my younger, more foolish days, I once left central Maine at 2pm, drove straight to New York City, caught a show that started at 9pm, ran until well past 2am, got back in the car and drove all the way back to Maine to teach four classes on a Wednesday morning.
So why is it that after staying up until 3am on prom night at the school - at home on our couch watching movies, no less, I'm sofa king tired today? I'm not even 30 yet and already my body is surrendering?
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