And I thought I was tired

Last night I went out with some friends to a Brasilian bar. We danced Forro the whole night. It was fun. I didn't sleep much since I came home around 8 in the morning. But interesting enough I felt awesome. I've been working 12 hours straight now, and can feel the fatigue sneaking up on me. I need to get up early tomorrow, working at 7:30 am..!!!
The cleaning guy at the yoga studio has such an "interesting" lifestyle. Not only does he work 7 days a week, from 5am to 12 pm, which leaves him 5 hours to sleep. Then he came up to me today and said today was hard because he is on Ramadan, so he is not eating or drinking much right now...I mean...just to make life even easier...:P