I need my eight hours of sleep. One night of tossing and turning and I’m sluggish the next day. Two of these nights and I start bumping into doors. Things tend to get a bit more bizarre after a longer period of sleeplessness: once inhibition is lost, my internal jukebox starts to play. And I can tell you; the songs that swirl around my brain are far from groovy. What I intend to say is: I know exactly when I’m sleep deprived. And I know that state doesn’t match well with doing science.
According to a podcast by David McRaney in his aptly named series You are not so smart, I am not that smart though. Two experts