And the result in this evening's bracket fight is Sleep Cycle 1, Sam 0, so far as the notion of getting all the way down to Valois alive goes; my regrets, but I can tell that my chances of dozing off and waking up at 95th/Dan Ryan or else somewhere in Indiana, depending on the precise timing, are sufficiently above zero this afternoon that I'm going to let that blustery-looking day outside decide matters for me and try to go back to bed. (I say "try" because I've been napping fitfully for the last few hours and it only seems to have made the raccoon-eyes-feeling worse...) Will do my best to wrench my schedule around by the weekend, although it's going to take some slapping...
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