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Anti-Social Behaviour

Today I realized how anti-social I am becoming. I dare say more than my Morgan Stanley times. Today, I actually wrote an email to Sam saying I was too tired to come to his birthday but I never had the guts to hit send. Because that is when it hit me... I really like Sam, and I never questioned going to his dinner from the moment I first saw the email and there I was, 8pm, saying I could not come. I am glad something made me change my mind because I had a good time and it was one of those relaxed dinners where you get to chat and actually get to know a bit more about people. I always like that.
I guess I accepted my tiredness in the section retreat since I had no alternative, my body was telling me how truly exhausted I was. But today I had no excuse, I slept 8 hours for the last 3 nights and I am sleepier than ever! Which means that maybe if I go back to my usual 6 hours max things may get back to normal.
It is a real fight I am having right now. On the one hand, I tried so hard while in Mozambique to really get my body used to resting and now here I am complaining that my body wants to rest… Damn bankers!

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