As Orwell might say: One day good, two day bad. For the last six days now, I have gotten into this obscene sleep pattern whereby I sleep well the first night, sleep horribly the second night, lather, rinse, repeat. In those three bad days, I've gotten ten hours of sleep. In the three good days, I've gotten at least eight hours each.
My working theory: After a good night of sleep -- and thus not having any unreasonable sleepiness -- my body reverts to wanting to sleep at 3:00 in the morning Eastern (equivalent to the 11:00 in the evening I was getting to be in Alaska). After that poor night of sleep, my body is tired and is willing to take a nap whenever I'll allow it to. After that good night of sleep -- and thus not having any unreasonable sleepiness -- my body reverts to wanting to sleep at 3:00 in the morning...etc.
I am not immediately sure how to fix this.
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Yes. I do know why I've been so prolific this week.
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No. I will not tell you why.
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Maybe. Actually, I might, depending on who you are and the niceness with which you ask.
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Probably not. While it may will continue, I am not hopeful.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
