Prepping for madness.
Usually oddity is something that follows me around like a flock of mildly concussed sheep. I don't have to look for it-- I trip over it if I'm not careful and tend to have to thwack it away with heavy objects. Actually planning something strange, like changing over from getting eight-odd hours of sleep each night to around two is quite the effort for me. I'm a bit nervous. And the sheep are as well.
I do have a notebook for my polyphasic sleep plans, though. I find that fact comforting.
It is a pink glittery notebook with rainbows on it. This bit is not comforting at all.
Let's get to the basics, though, before we dwell on the notebook issue, because the notebook issue scares me a bit.
Hi. I'm Pooka-- or I've chosen to call myself Pooka, partly because I like the mythology behind it, partly because any opportunity to say a word like 'Pooka' should not be wasted. I am seventeen years old, female, entering my senior year at a small high school, and I resent all the time I have to spend sleeping, so I'm opting out. A hexaphasic sleep schedule (six twenty-five minute naps a day, every four hours) seemed like the best choice. I have 22 days from August 15th to September 6th, which is when school begins, and thus I'll have some time to adjust to this schedule.
PureDoxyk wrote about the Uberman Schedule on Everything2 (she actually coined the term), and Steve Pavlina wrote about it on his own (brilliant) site. Yahoo groups have been made to discuss its implications. This is not something I can just read about.
Despite the logical and kindly-meant warnings of friends ("You'll DIE!"), I have peeled the 'Do Not Try at Home' sticker off this idea and cracked my knuckles.
Now, a disclaimer and an apology: I have no natural inclination to sleep in such a weird way, discounting my normal, background oddness. I've never been a narcoleptic or an insomniac. I don't have REM sleep disorder or any other kind, never had nightmares since the age of three. Eight hours fulfills my needs quite well. I like dreaming and a period of rest, but still--
I'm just a damnably , almost destructively, curious person. Give me a button labeled 'End of Universe, Do Not Push' and my fingers would be itchy in five seconds flat.
Back to the notebook, now. It worries me partly because it's pink and sparkly, and partly because I have so very little to put in it. Little scientific testing has been done on polyphasic sleeping, so all my advice has been gleaned from places like Steve Pavlina's blog. Things like 'buy extra alarm clock'/'drink lots of water'/'don't try to learn to drive now' are about all I can write in it.
I'm venturing into uncharted land, armed only with a few pens, some paper, and only the vaguest idea of how one maps such things. Yes, my extended metaphors suck. I only fear that they'll deteriorate as the sleep-debt accumulates.
I do have a notebook for my polyphasic sleep plans, though. I find that fact comforting.
It is a pink glittery notebook with rainbows on it. This bit is not comforting at all.
Let's get to the basics, though, before we dwell on the notebook issue, because the notebook issue scares me a bit.
Hi. I'm Pooka-- or I've chosen to call myself Pooka, partly because I like the mythology behind it, partly because any opportunity to say a word like 'Pooka' should not be wasted. I am seventeen years old, female, entering my senior year at a small high school, and I resent all the time I have to spend sleeping, so I'm opting out. A hexaphasic sleep schedule (six twenty-five minute naps a day, every four hours) seemed like the best choice. I have 22 days from August 15th to September 6th, which is when school begins, and thus I'll have some time to adjust to this schedule.
PureDoxyk wrote about the Uberman Schedule on Everything2 (she actually coined the term), and Steve Pavlina wrote about it on his own (brilliant) site. Yahoo groups have been made to discuss its implications. This is not something I can just read about.
Despite the logical and kindly-meant warnings of friends ("You'll DIE!"), I have peeled the 'Do Not Try at Home' sticker off this idea and cracked my knuckles.
Now, a disclaimer and an apology: I have no natural inclination to sleep in such a weird way, discounting my normal, background oddness. I've never been a narcoleptic or an insomniac. I don't have REM sleep disorder or any other kind, never had nightmares since the age of three. Eight hours fulfills my needs quite well. I like dreaming and a period of rest, but still--
I'm just a damnably , almost destructively, curious person. Give me a button labeled 'End of Universe, Do Not Push' and my fingers would be itchy in five seconds flat.
Back to the notebook, now. It worries me partly because it's pink and sparkly, and partly because I have so very little to put in it. Little scientific testing has been done on polyphasic sleeping, so all my advice has been gleaned from places like Steve Pavlina's blog. Things like 'buy extra alarm clock'/'drink lots of water'/'don't try to learn to drive now' are about all I can write in it.
I'm venturing into uncharted land, armed only with a few pens, some paper, and only the vaguest idea of how one maps such things. Yes, my extended metaphors suck. I only fear that they'll deteriorate as the sleep-debt accumulates.