The failure of minimal hours of sleep

Forget what I said somewhere before: 6 to 7 hours is not enough sleep. I seriously thought for a week or two that it's quite alright, but it's not, with it's additional 3 or 10 hour nights. The stress at work has been quite bad, but it doesn't explain my constant tiredness and difficulty of getting up in the morning. And I do exercise too, and I think I'm falling for someone slowly but surely (that I can sleep with as well), and still those positive things don't seem to balance my life at all.

Last night was the third in a row with it's steady 6 hours and I feel quite dead. Excuses include deadline days at work and wanting desperately spend time with someone I really like despite of the tiredness and work load. I'm not tired when with him. I can sleep with him quite well. Except for the reasons that Bonnie Prince Billy so well describes in his Lay & Love (and mind you, I'm not exactly quoting him here, "love" is quite a strong word): 

"From what I've seen you're magnifient

You fight evil with all you do

Your every act is spectacular

It makes me lay here and love you

...

From what I know, you're terrified

You have mistrust running through you 

Your smile is hiding something hurtful

It makes me lay here and love you

It makes me lay here and love you

I'm filled with violet and red and blue

I've got a feeling from what I do

That you might lay there and love me too"

And here's the song itself. Heard it last night in the film This Must Be the Placeby Paolo Sorrentino. Funny how such a nice feeling as this effects sleep, well, a negative way. On the other hand it cheers up like nothing else and makes you overcome everyday obstacles with that "I can do anything" hype.