But I love to sleep

It’s almost midnight, and I’m waking up at 3:40am…

My Sunday went from too much to empty relaxation to beautiful difficulty and relaxation.

Actually, today was quite similar…, I just wish now that it had wrapped things up sooner this evening, so I could have slept some more tonight.

Perhaps I can nap tomorrow.

(Mmm, naps…)

So, it’s a total yikes for tomorrow, but I expect it to be really good, and on many accounts.

Post-a-day 2018

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Sleep

The importance of sleep has never evaded me…

I just forget about it from time to time.

And then I am brutally reminded of it in situations like tonight, when I am practically breaking down in tears over my first assignment in grad school, which happens to be one that really is not a big deal, but that I just dislike and don’t want to do, and my tired brain cannot cope with the task at hand combined with exhaustion and dislike and rustiness of subject.

Sleep is a blessing, and withholding it (i.e. not being responsible about it to where I have enough of it) is somewhat self-destructive.

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Sleepy time? Hardly

I feel like some people are just destined to sleep early at night, and some to sleep late at night.

I am one of the latter.

Tonight, as a fifth-day support – for I have had now five days in a row that have ended similarly late, though without previous expectation, and each with a different, outside-of-myself reason for it – for this belief, I spent three-ish hours (more than that, actually) on the phone with an old friend, who had reached out, somewhat out of the blue, in desire to talk for a while, despite the late hour.

Now, here I am, even later than the other nights, finally going to sleep just before three in the morning, even though I was prepping for bed at nine something this evening. 😛

I’m just destined to get to sleep late at night, it seems.

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We’re all birds, apparently

I always end up being awake really late at night, and can never seem to maintain waking early in the mornings.  At least, not waking up early regularly and being happy about it.  That categorizes me as a night owl (as opposed to all of the daytime owls I see all the time?).  People talk about how productive we are in the early mornings, and I know that I can be really productive with an early start.  I just can’t maintain it.  I can never get myself to go to bed early enough not to be totally exhausted after three days of it.  Listen: I know the early bird gets the worm…, but I don’t even eat worms.

Post-a-day 2018