As you can see from the time, I fucked up the readjustement of my daily rhythm. But that's okay; I just learned I mistook the time of my first lecture. It's not tomorrow morning but on twelveth. Nice going. Most of the year I live by weeks, and this short while at the edge of the years I have to know the actual dates and manage to screw up the week system. Well, seven more days to uncover the "normal" sleeping rhythm again. Blaah.
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Extra points to the one who figures out the meaning of the chemical pattern underneath.
