Given how crucial getting good sleep is for, well, basically everything in life, you probably aim to get enough sleep at night. But a new study adds to previous research showing that sleeping too much can be as detrimental as not sleeping enough. Neither extreme is helpful, University of California at Los Angeles UCLA researchers say, since sleeping too much or too little can affect your memory in negative ways. When your nightly sleep schedule is off, both memory skills and reaction time can get compromised.
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I heard you told your friends that I'm just not your type If that's how you really feel, then why'd you call last night? You say all I ever do is just control your life But how you gonna lie like that, how you gonna lie like that? Yeah, I heard you said I ain't the type for you I don't regret it though, I learned from it They should have you locked up for all the time you stole from us, woo Took you out when I had no money Only person that you ever cared about was you, that's why it's so funny You want somebody that'll keep you warm at night, then, tell me, why you actin' cold to me? You ain't the only one to blame, no one the one that made you rich when I bought every lie you sold to me Yeah, heard you threw away the pictures But you still got the memories of us, so I guess I don't really make a difference Flippin' through 'em in your head Got you texting me all hours of the night Yeah, you told me that you needed distance What's the deal with you? You say you want a man that keeps it real Then why you mad when I get real with you?
I would like to share with you a little romantic love poem I discovered some years ago. I sort of like it, because in my opinion it differs a little from other poems. You literally feel the electrifying intensity. It moves you to depths you never knew about. Of course, beauty is always in the eye of the beholder they say, but this poem conveys a certain truth we all know, or hope, exists — and we all long to have it in our lives.
In Auschwitz …" A pause. He was observing the effect his words had produced. His face remains in my memory to this day. A tall man, in his thirties, crime written all over his forehead and his gaze.