This was back when I was in the military, I finished my shift, went to our dormitories, pissed with the door open while someone was taking a shower and went to my room, found out I sad in the girl’s dormitories.
Once I almost flew around half the planet, but stopped half way and hitchhiked back.
… Don’t ask.
5 years after I left the Army, I still had some stuff put away where it used to be. Woke up after a night of drinking and 3 hours sleep, put on my PT uniform, and wondered why it was so tight.
Not go to bed and get some sleep.
It’s a vicious cycle, at some point the sleep deprivation kills any executive function I may have had left. Which prevents me from actually going to bed instead of seeking quick dopamine hits.
Think to myself “I’ll go to bed in ten minutes, after I read this one Reddit/Lemmy post.”
