{"id":4108,"date":"2005-09-25T18:34:04","date_gmt":"2005-09-25T22:34:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2005\/09\/25\/sleep-late-and-often\/"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:54:34","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:54:34","slug":"sleep-late-and-often","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2005\/09\/25\/sleep-late-and-often\/","title":{"rendered":"sleep late and often"},"content":{"rendered":"

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