It’s 12:45 a.m., and I’m driving through Alice, Texas on a Monday night.

I’m tired, grouchy, and just trying to get through this unexpected, unwanted late-night drive. The thought keeps running through my head that I should be sleeping. I should be dreaming about the Hill Country weekend I have coming up in 10 days. I should be dreaming about past girlfriends, current girlfriends, future girlfriends, any kind of friends--just not driving. I should be dreaming—period. Instead, I am having a nightmare drive and suffering from sleep deprivation.

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