Late nights
I always stay up late. An early bedtime for me is 11pm. I've been a night owl since my earliest memories. I can remember my mother getting home late from work and being up watching t.v. with her.
I've always liked the night too. Its peaceful and cool and to many peoples humor, away from the orb that gives me a sunburn quite quickly. I used to play outside when I was younger and I would spend much time out in the sun exploring the countryside around my home. I think it had to do with my parents, rather than me, setting my bed time. Now that I am out on my own I stay out much later. I leave parties and gatherings usually later than other guests unless I have some extremely pressing thing to do, or, if I do leave early, I stay up late reading or on the computer.
The night always seemed exciting. There is that implied hint of danger and unknown. Time has little meaning. Sure the stars and the moon move if you spend enough time looking at them. I notice the passage of time during the day much more as the sun traces its way across the room and even the passage of seasons as it rides higher and lower on the wall. At night I get wrapped up in whatever that the clock ticks through its numbers, it seems, faster than it should.
During the day, if I have no plans, I waste it away in bed. At night I have to be dragged to the bed by the sandman, usually kicking and screaming. I am like a kid. I guess I haven't grown up yet. I would rather watch the late night creature feature than be fully rested for work. I'm more motivated to get things done like laundry and cleaning when the world is cast in darkness than any block of free time during the day, and it stays that way until I'm nodding off at my computer or I read the same passage in my book four or five times because my eyes droop.
I need to change this, I need to grow up, I need a regular sleep schedule. As I get older it gets less and less worth it.
But, I am addicted.
New Years Resolution Status:
Found the checkbook. payments are being made.
Thought about going to bed, but decided I should post and fight off the sandman a bit more.
what I eat most days is crap. must find tasty and healthy options for work meals
There are things that are true about me that I don't post because I am afraid, and I find myself with a lie at my lips when I am about to tell someone that I have let them down.
-Kevin Dougherty
I've always liked the night too. Its peaceful and cool and to many peoples humor, away from the orb that gives me a sunburn quite quickly. I used to play outside when I was younger and I would spend much time out in the sun exploring the countryside around my home. I think it had to do with my parents, rather than me, setting my bed time. Now that I am out on my own I stay out much later. I leave parties and gatherings usually later than other guests unless I have some extremely pressing thing to do, or, if I do leave early, I stay up late reading or on the computer.
The night always seemed exciting. There is that implied hint of danger and unknown. Time has little meaning. Sure the stars and the moon move if you spend enough time looking at them. I notice the passage of time during the day much more as the sun traces its way across the room and even the passage of seasons as it rides higher and lower on the wall. At night I get wrapped up in whatever that the clock ticks through its numbers, it seems, faster than it should.
During the day, if I have no plans, I waste it away in bed. At night I have to be dragged to the bed by the sandman, usually kicking and screaming. I am like a kid. I guess I haven't grown up yet. I would rather watch the late night creature feature than be fully rested for work. I'm more motivated to get things done like laundry and cleaning when the world is cast in darkness than any block of free time during the day, and it stays that way until I'm nodding off at my computer or I read the same passage in my book four or five times because my eyes droop.
I need to change this, I need to grow up, I need a regular sleep schedule. As I get older it gets less and less worth it.
But, I am addicted.
New Years Resolution Status:
Found the checkbook. payments are being made.
Thought about going to bed, but decided I should post and fight off the sandman a bit more.
what I eat most days is crap. must find tasty and healthy options for work meals
There are things that are true about me that I don't post because I am afraid, and I find myself with a lie at my lips when I am about to tell someone that I have let them down.
-Kevin Dougherty