The Logical Extension of this Plan...
Alternate Titles Include: "Hey! I needed that!', "I lost my sleep -- can I borrow yours?", and "No energy drinks past this point".
Hmmm... Seems to me that the logical extension of this plan is on a similar level of potential success to the Pointy-Haired Bosses' Hummer that ran on owls.
You see, sleep is a nessessary part of the human experiance; if denied one for too long, other, less important areas of life are sacrificed to make up for the lack, such as spelling, grammar, and punction.
Last night, I couldn't make my brain shut up and sit down, so I waited until 6 o'clock before I gave up and got up. I took a Gurona (?) pill, but I will drink energy drinks like I'll spray roundup on my garden (if I had a garden, this would be a better metaphor. simile?)
Anyway, with my weekends the way they are, I cannot afford to be out of sleep. In a perfect world, my evening would have run thus: (1) Do stuff until I am finished loading/unloading chairs, instruments, etc for the Cerulian House concert; (2) finish panicking, have a good time at concert; (3) reload chairs, instuments, etc, get driven homeward; (4) go to Changeling late, stay later.
Now, I feel I am forced to choose to either not go to the concert in a probably pointless attempt to catch up on sleep (and likely be more pleasant by my absence), or not go to Changeling for the second week in a row (there will always be another game; but my character is apparently a vital one in the current plot arc, which was delayed until this week by Polycamp). Maybe I could go to Changeling late and leave early! Yeah! Then I can pencil in like, 10 hours of sleep time for tomorrow!
Good. I'm glad we talked about that. I feel much better circutry-wise. Now all that remains to be done is a kind of blanket apology to anybody and everybody who has to deal with my lightly zombified state, as zombies never really mean to call anyone fathead.
Hmmm... Seems to me that the logical extension of this plan is on a similar level of potential success to the Pointy-Haired Bosses' Hummer that ran on owls.
You see, sleep is a nessessary part of the human experiance; if denied one for too long, other, less important areas of life are sacrificed to make up for the lack, such as spelling, grammar, and punction.
Last night, I couldn't make my brain shut up and sit down, so I waited until 6 o'clock before I gave up and got up. I took a Gurona (?) pill, but I will drink energy drinks like I'll spray roundup on my garden (if I had a garden, this would be a better metaphor. simile?)
Anyway, with my weekends the way they are, I cannot afford to be out of sleep. In a perfect world, my evening would have run thus: (1) Do stuff until I am finished loading/unloading chairs, instruments, etc for the Cerulian House concert; (2) finish panicking, have a good time at concert; (3) reload chairs, instuments, etc, get driven homeward; (4) go to Changeling late, stay later.
Now, I feel I am forced to choose to either not go to the concert in a probably pointless attempt to catch up on sleep (and likely be more pleasant by my absence), or not go to Changeling for the second week in a row (there will always be another game; but my character is apparently a vital one in the current plot arc, which was delayed until this week by Polycamp). Maybe I could go to Changeling late and leave early! Yeah! Then I can pencil in like, 10 hours of sleep time for tomorrow!
Good. I'm glad we talked about that. I feel much better circutry-wise. Now all that remains to be done is a kind of blanket apology to anybody and everybody who has to deal with my lightly zombified state, as zombies never really mean to call anyone fathead.