So, what do I do when I get home? Do I flop immediately down on the bed? No. I call around looking for people to hang out with. Big deadline's behind me, so it's time to be social for a few hours, and maybe catch up on some money work in the morning before going back to the play.
...but everyone's busy, or requires that I drive too far (which I'm in no condition for). So I watch some television, and shut my mind off.
An hour later, the sheer pointlessness of it all gets to me, so I go to bed. The moment I lie down, there are a dozen important things I should be doing with my time, and I stare at the ceiling wishing they would go away. Time passes. I give up and crawl out of bed.
Nothing is going to get accomplished tonight. I've been up for too long, I'm just not productive. But I have to run in circles anyway, because some horribly obnoxious part of me doesn't accept that.
We're fighting a similar morale issue on the one-act right now. Rehearsals have gotten less productive, so I'm forced to schedule more of them, which in turn further diminishes their value.
I need to break out of this cycle. Now.