Tiiiime is on my side... or is it?

Since managing to re-apply myself at work more lately, I've noticed that my sense of time has gone all wacky. Last week I thought Tuesday was Wednesday, and Wednesday was Friday, for a good part of either day...

This morning I got up at 7, went grocery shopping, and got everything unpacked and ready for work more-or-less on time, despite doing more. In retrospect I used to be adapted very well to working on 6 hours of sleep, and I have to wonder if the 7-or-8-hours-a-night goal has actually been biting me in the rear (not that I've been achieving it ALL that often).

Either that, or I need to take Fotamecus as a patron (this line included solely for the amusement of K. and/or N.)