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All of my nights are long, morning people. All of them. No, I didn’t go to a meth-fueled rave out in the desert last night that kept me up until the wee hours (though that may have been preferable), I just had a normal night, likely in or around my own bed.
I used to have a sociology professor who taught his classes to remind themselves of their infinitesimal place in the Universe, as well as of their fleeting existences (he must have been a hit at academic mixers). His advice for stress was to remind oneself, “One day, I will die, and none of this will matter.”