I think my circadian rhythms hate me. I’ve sworn for most of my adult (and quasi-adult) life, that I was fundamentally nocturnal. I would try really hard to conform to a typical schedule. But I could never consistently get to sleep before midnight, and usually I would stay up until at least two or three. Which put my typical waking hour somewhere around ten. Some nights I wouldn’t sleep at all. I’ve been pretty good about maintaining a fairly flexible schedule, so that could more or less work for me most of the time.
But I’m starting a new third-shiftish job in a couple weeks, and I’m trying to segue into my new schedule. I’ll be working from 7p to 3/4a, so I figure I’ll end up sleeping from about 6a to 2p. So I’ve been moving my bedtime back by an hour or so. But my inner alarm clock is apparently just cantankerous. For the past three days I’ve gotten less than six hours of sleep. Last night I got less than four! I even hung a blanket over the window to block the light. But at 8:30a (a time I would ordinarily have to wage a valiant battle to wake at) *ding!* My inner clock yells “Up and at ‘em! Nuts, nuts get ‘em!” Pointless to even try and sleep after all that hooplah…
Apparently my brain has figured out I have no plans of having children, so it’s devising its own nefarious ways to make my life misrable…