Better living through phony math.
Last night.
I download, on average, a full album of music each day. Had a week’s worth on my desktop this morning and added three to my playlist this evening (Talking Heads, Jens Lekman, Apples in Stereo). It’s kind of great, in an illegally hip way.
Some uproariously funny bastard thought it would be a good idea to play music with an awful and loud bassline at a quarter to noon today, so I didn’t sleep much. Daylight Savings, which is probably on my top five list of human institutions, meant I at least got to beat the sunrise to my house this morning.
Probably get five or six hours less sleep a week than I ought to, which isn’t too bad except that my schedule changes from one day to the next, so the total sleep irregularity, or Broom index, expressed as:
[ratio of hours slept to optimal number of hours]^[variance in distances between midpoints of sleep periods from one day to the next over the same time period]
is a large enough number that every seven or eight albums I get come with a free canker sore. You can find fewer guarantees more solid than that I will be well stocked with both mouthwash and antiseptic spray at any given time.
Rather than nap, I just powered through the day on half-empty fuel cells, because at least I’d be able to sleep at a reasonable time tonight in order to go back to work 25:30:00 after I left. Sundays aren’t eventful for me anymore.
I download, on average, a full album of music each day. Had a week’s worth on my desktop this morning and added three to my playlist this evening (Talking Heads, Jens Lekman, Apples in Stereo). It’s kind of great, in an illegally hip way.
Some uproariously funny bastard thought it would be a good idea to play music with an awful and loud bassline at a quarter to noon today, so I didn’t sleep much. Daylight Savings, which is probably on my top five list of human institutions, meant I at least got to beat the sunrise to my house this morning.
Probably get five or six hours less sleep a week than I ought to, which isn’t too bad except that my schedule changes from one day to the next, so the total sleep irregularity, or Broom index, expressed as:
[ratio of hours slept to optimal number of hours]^[variance in distances between midpoints of sleep periods from one day to the next over the same time period]
is a large enough number that every seven or eight albums I get come with a free canker sore. You can find fewer guarantees more solid than that I will be well stocked with both mouthwash and antiseptic spray at any given time.
Rather than nap, I just powered through the day on half-empty fuel cells, because at least I’d be able to sleep at a reasonable time tonight in order to go back to work 25:30:00 after I left. Sundays aren’t eventful for me anymore.