Okay. So, I've had alcohol in my system for at least the last five weeks straight. Maybe a hair less. No wonder waking up is such a pain in the ass- it's like the stuff turns into lead while I sleep, and sloshes around in my skull looking for an exit as I attempt to wake up. Treating this with energy drinks has a habit of attenuating my attention span, to the point where I behave in a fashion more becoming of a rabid lead-filled gerbil. Might explain the attention span I have with regards to ATC. :P

There are, of course, solutions. Many of which are very obvious, none of which are the sort of thing which I would file as easy to implement- hell, switching from eating at CoGos every night to actually buying sammich material twice a week (having now slipped to once a week) was an effort that would make Atlas blanche. Change doesn't come easily for me- but when it happens, it's violent and hypothetically permanent. We as humans have a fucked up habit of getting lazy and settling into patterns that require the least effort with the most benefit- when some effort will result in a much more useful distribution of resources. The nagging realization of this fact is a source of endless low grade frustration until the individual finally gets sick of his conscience shitting on his precious slack time and does something about it.

Hit that point, and if you're tactical about your slack, you already have a plotted road map ready to field test.