Signs of undersleeping, #27.

Clearly my mental filters aren't running full tilt, because twice in the past day or two I've said "what the f***" or something similar at work. While I swear more in my private life than I think most people suspect, I try not to in a professional context.

At least I don't feel slightly dizzy today, the way I did much of yesterday. Thank goodness for three-day weekends!