Getting old...
... or something, I am certain of it.
I used to be able to stay pretty awake and actually mentally capable until late into the afternoon/evening (being a student helped a lot). These days I feel like my father (minus moustache). Come 5pm I am a sack of potatoes ready to be hauled into a dark spot to grow some roots. Beat. I keep trying to convinve myself that after work I will go back home, have a spot of dinner with the proverbial wife, and sit and be productive once more. Maybe even write a paragraph for my thesis or something crazy like that. As if! What happens in reality is that I sleepily drive home, have a (rather large) spot of dinner with the quite-real-and-not-so-proverbial wife, and then retire into the bedroom for a raunchy session of newspaper-reading. If I have some neurons still awake, I might even read a recipe or two, before I lethargically drool on the pillow. Next thing I know, an alarm-clock announces the beginning of a new day, whereby I once again promise that "tonight will be different. Tonight, I WILL work a little after dinner". A big fat lie, if I ever saw one.
Have I introduced myself yet? I guess not really.
I'll post another entry after dinner tonight.
Right....
-Sr. NT
I used to be able to stay pretty awake and actually mentally capable until late into the afternoon/evening (being a student helped a lot). These days I feel like my father (minus moustache). Come 5pm I am a sack of potatoes ready to be hauled into a dark spot to grow some roots. Beat. I keep trying to convinve myself that after work I will go back home, have a spot of dinner with the proverbial wife, and sit and be productive once more. Maybe even write a paragraph for my thesis or something crazy like that. As if! What happens in reality is that I sleepily drive home, have a (rather large) spot of dinner with the quite-real-and-not-so-proverbial wife, and then retire into the bedroom for a raunchy session of newspaper-reading. If I have some neurons still awake, I might even read a recipe or two, before I lethargically drool on the pillow. Next thing I know, an alarm-clock announces the beginning of a new day, whereby I once again promise that "tonight will be different. Tonight, I WILL work a little after dinner". A big fat lie, if I ever saw one.
Have I introduced myself yet? I guess not really.
I'll post another entry after dinner tonight.
Right....
-Sr. NT