I was exhausted last night (y’know after getting only four or five hours of sleep the night before, I can’t imagine why, but there you are…) and only managed to stay up til three. But I figure it’s okay: I’ll sleep in plenty late, make up a few hours rest, and be primed for continuing my epic journey towards nocturnality. Parfait.
Good plan, but utterly wrong. Just a few minutes past 8:30 *bing!* “Up and at ‘em! C’mon, boy, there’s a whole world out there!”
“Fuck off,” I tell my internal alarm clock, “I don’t need to be up ’til one…” and stuff my head back under my pillow and try to go back to sleep. And try some more, and keep trying for about an hour before I decide a light doze is the best I’m going to accomplish. Dammit!
Seriously, what gives? Up until the past week, I was trying to get up at eight. Or nine. Hell, consistently getting up at ten feeling ready to go would have been fine. But I’ve had to drag myself out of bed for months. And take an hour or more to boot up. And now I’m ready for action at dawn. I call bullshit, hypothalamus. Stop fucking with me, you aren’t funny.
10 September 08 at 4:58 pm
And you can tell your friend the pineal gland to stuff it too…
11 September 08 at 8:54 am
So, why is it that we have to be places at certain times? Like WORK. I mean, we’d probably be just that much more productive if we could show up when we felt like it and work for however long we felt like, then kick off and go home. Sleep when you want, get up when you want. I’m all for it. Let’s revolutionize the world! *oof* [that was the sound of the boot of The Man kicking me hard in the kidneys.]
Mm. And speaking of work…I guess I’d better get going. You should be up already.
11 September 08 at 3:44 pm
*groan*
I was, in point of fact, almost certainly waking up just as you were typing that… (which, to be fair, is about 15 mins progress. Plus I got to doze until ten. Ten! At this rate I should be fully acclimated to my new schedule by [counts on fingers and toes] about mid-December… *groan* )
Forget the hypothalamus, I now blame you. Clearly my brain (or at least the part of it that controls twitterpation) has somehow networked itself into the ether and then pokes me until I get up and check my email, and blahg, and stuff. If you would just write to me later in the day, I could get plenty of sleep… ; )
Ooooh…for a few years I tried to live by the motto: Eat when hungry, sleep when tired. I propose that our movement’s offical slogan be:
“Live NOW: Eat when hungry, sleep when tired, work when motivated.”
I’ll draw up some preliminary designs when I feel like it… : )
12 September 08 at 10:24 am
Did we just form some kind of procrastination organization? I didn’t think it was possible…
You may also be waking up right now. I am. It’s so bleh out. Foggy, possibly rainy. I was going to go for a long bike ride today, and now I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Because the sky will fall and rain all over me. But. Hm. Maybe. In an hour or so. Doesn’t help me feel like doing anything, really – except maybe watching this big stack of Red Dwarf videos I got from the library. Why does the weather have to suck on MY day off? Bad weather! *smacks it soundly*
12 September 08 at 10:45 pm
We haven’t yet, but we will. Eventually. Sometime. Maybe…
I was just waking up then. How do you do *that*…? : )