In my mind I can have an extra cola or two and stay up late working, then pop up bright and early for another round, and keep that up for a week when deadines demand.
The body does not share this delusion.
Of course, when I was 23, my mind thought that if I could just learn to properly perform femininity and no longer get read as male, that I would be happy and the world would be easier on me.
The body did not share that delusion, though it worked a little harder to try and accomodate it.
