I picked up dinner on the way home, and after eating, I laid down. Just after eight, I tilted my head back. Next thing I know, it's half past nine, a completely different show is on CNN, and I'm debating the merits of trying to do some stuff. I find them lacking, and thus return to sleep, which was very much on-again, off-again for another seven hours.
Today was nearly as long. And as usual, much of it was spent trying to kill time and stay alert as the processes of the evolution carried on around me. But of course, it all falls by the wayside once I leave that place. This is, after all, the homestretch. At least in the very near future, if I have to be up that long, there'll be some sort of intellectual stimulation present to drive me forward.