It’s that time of the quarter. The time when my alarm clock seems to mysteriously fail at critical times, when I can’t remember if I even turned the damn thing on before I stumbled into bed, and when I feel a need to set at least two alarms and hide one of them, just in case I’m sleepwalking. This morning was the second morning in the past seven days that I’ve overslept when I needed to be up and working on something or meeting someone. I don’t feel as tired as I recall being last year, but I’ve had enough emotional and physical problems and breakdowns over the last few…