Day 1-- A Case of the Whiney Brain
I'm approaching my sixth nap within twenty-four hours, and all is going relatively well so far. I only ended up getting about five hours of sleep last night, but despite this (or perhaps because of this) my 10:00 and 14:00 naps were great. The 18:00 and 22:00 naps weren't much good, as I had to take them both while sprawled in the back seat of a Toyota Camery going 60 down a rough highway. WhirrwhirrwhirrBUMPBUMP(airhorn from semi )whirr. I don't intend to sleep this way again. Ever. It sucks eggs. And ass.
I needed a half-cup of coffee to get me to the 2:00 nap this morning, and I've mostly been sitting on the couch, doodling, writing, and watching episodes of Futurama since then.
Things I've noticed so far:
-I didn't realize it until I started drinking, but keeping hydrated is a damn sight harder than I thought, and this is me coming straight from an environment where one's boss mandates drinking sixteen ounces of water per meal. I had a blinding headache inside the mall around 20:30, thought that might have been the generic Mall Aura of Malice. It gets to me easily.
-I want to eat more. My brain has come to associate waking up with food, and seems to think that waking up from a nap equals breakfast. Rawr. I've consumed a lot of grains and fruit today-- oatmeal, grapes, corn, apples, bagel, all that. I've yet to have any meat, so I'm uncertain as to how it might affect me.
-Time is already drifting. I can't remember if I've taken my vitamins today, and things that I did between waking up at 6:30 and 10:00 are very fuzzy in my memory. I nearly went insane waiting for the rest of my family to get up.
-I have very little self-discipline when it comes to sleep. My brain's like, "hey, you. Getting a bit tired, here, right? Mind if we take a rest? I mean, just lean back on this here couch. Don't even have to shut your eyes. Really. It's okay if you end up doing that, though. S'fine. Would we lie to you?" To which I reply, "yes, you bloody well would, now you wait for the six AM nap like every other bit of me, you bastard. Batards. Whatever."
-I'm going to need more books soon, at the rate I'm going through them. I read almost all of Pratchett's 'Small Gods' this morning and have started on both Stephen Laberge's 'Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming' and L.M. Montgomery's 'The Blue Castle.' Jeez. I think I'll need a new hobby-- any suggestions?
I needed a half-cup of coffee to get me to the 2:00 nap this morning, and I've mostly been sitting on the couch, doodling, writing, and watching episodes of Futurama since then.
Things I've noticed so far:
-I didn't realize it until I started drinking, but keeping hydrated is a damn sight harder than I thought, and this is me coming straight from an environment where one's boss mandates drinking sixteen ounces of water per meal. I had a blinding headache inside the mall around 20:30, thought that might have been the generic Mall Aura of Malice. It gets to me easily.
-I want to eat more. My brain has come to associate waking up with food, and seems to think that waking up from a nap equals breakfast. Rawr. I've consumed a lot of grains and fruit today-- oatmeal, grapes, corn, apples, bagel, all that. I've yet to have any meat, so I'm uncertain as to how it might affect me.
-Time is already drifting. I can't remember if I've taken my vitamins today, and things that I did between waking up at 6:30 and 10:00 are very fuzzy in my memory. I nearly went insane waiting for the rest of my family to get up.
-I have very little self-discipline when it comes to sleep. My brain's like, "hey, you. Getting a bit tired, here, right? Mind if we take a rest? I mean, just lean back on this here couch. Don't even have to shut your eyes. Really. It's okay if you end up doing that, though. S'fine. Would we lie to you?" To which I reply, "yes, you bloody well would, now you wait for the six AM nap like every other bit of me, you bastard. Batards. Whatever."
-I'm going to need more books soon, at the rate I'm going through them. I read almost all of Pratchett's 'Small Gods' this morning and have started on both Stephen Laberge's 'Exploring the World of Lucid Dreaming' and L.M. Montgomery's 'The Blue Castle.' Jeez. I think I'll need a new hobby-- any suggestions?