Lemme get this straight just ONCE-
It has been occurring to me as the term starts once again in one week that I can no longer keep living like a damn night owl, something I blame almost entirely on unholy caffiene consumption, sugar-on-ice-cream Jpop/pumpin' rock tracks, and talking with people in US timezones. It got so bad that for a short few days I was living a sort of vampiric cycle, as one of those people who never saw daylight and went to sleep only when the sun poked those searing beams of LIGHT through my curtains.
This situation needed to be rectified, and FAST.
So, what did I do?
Knowing from past experience that making myself sleep after a night of caffiene and my usual hijinks is Seriously Tough Business indeed, I took Sputin's advice instead and settled on making myself tired by staying up a full 24 hours from 8PM on Thursday, meaning I would collapse at 8PM on Friday, meaning I would be tired enough to sleep the damn night away and hopefully wake up at a HUMAN time Saturday morning.
Armed with caffiene and some comic scans, I set out to last the night, and most of the day.
When this painful ordeal was over, I had gained a sizable amount of approval for certain fictional characters was very, very tired. Also out of both caffiene and sugar, having gone through the burn-rush-crash cycle at least three times. So it was with a happy heart that I forced myself through a shower and crumpled into bed, ready to sleep at last.
MISSION: SUCCESS.
Sleep I did.
FOR ALL OF THREE HOURS.
DAMMIT, INTERNAL CLOCK
I'M NOT KIDDING I'M GETTING ANGRY
This situation needed to be rectified, and FAST.
So, what did I do?
Knowing from past experience that making myself sleep after a night of caffiene and my usual hijinks is Seriously Tough Business indeed, I took Sputin's advice instead and settled on making myself tired by staying up a full 24 hours from 8PM on Thursday, meaning I would collapse at 8PM on Friday, meaning I would be tired enough to sleep the damn night away and hopefully wake up at a HUMAN time Saturday morning.
Armed with caffiene and some comic scans, I set out to last the night, and most of the day.
When this painful ordeal was over, I had gained a sizable amount of approval for certain fictional characters was very, very tired. Also out of both caffiene and sugar, having gone through the burn-rush-crash cycle at least three times. So it was with a happy heart that I forced myself through a shower and crumpled into bed, ready to sleep at last.
MISSION: SUCCESS.
Sleep I did.
FOR ALL OF THREE HOURS.
DAMMIT, INTERNAL CLOCK
I'M NOT KIDDING I'M GETTING ANGRY