Entering the Dirty Thirties Is All Fun and Games — (Not!!!)

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I woke up from a good night’s sleep this morning. I usually do well with six hours of sleep, and in my early twenties, I remember going to work with just four hours of rest and still getting the job done. Well, most of it, at least. But I have come to realize that life does not work like that anymore. My body hurts slightly when I wake up, and I feel every other way, but good.