I went to work yesterday at 3pm. I just got home and the clock reads 10:11am. There's still more work to be done... but none that requires I be there anymore. I have a feeling I'm going to go nocturnal for the weekend.

Ugh, you know your sleep schedule is fucked when you wake up at 4am because you're used to only sleeping for 4 hours... There's no critical emergency at work that I need to fix? How can this be?!

And of course I can't fall back asleep at all... kill me now.

So, I think my sleep patterns may have shifted. I can only sleep for 5 hours at a time anymore... I'm still gorram groggy for about 2 hours after I wake up, but I'm not all that tired during the day. At least, any more than usual. I know my dad has (for just about my entire life) lived off of just a couple hours of sleep a night, with one or so big ( Read more... )

My life? Gettin' way too complicated.

Don't get me wrong, I love my life, it could be wacky, it could be shite, but it's mine. But dayum, my spare time to sleep? It go bye-bye.

They say, "Sleep is for the weak", but exhaustion is just fuckin' retarded.

Last night, when I got home from work, the plan was to eat some dinner and work on a couple projects I've outlined for myself over the past couple days. What actually happened was I ate a little and was kinda tired at 7pm, so I sat in bed and apparently passed out until 2am. I got up, boggled at how much I had already slept for 30 minutes, and just ( Read more... )