A day
Up 23 hours ago. After baking 4 pies, tutoring a friend in NYC who is helping me out, disco nap on BART, a bit of work, a bit of a work potluck, talk with proto-adult who is having some trouble at work, 2 glasses of mead, minor software work on production systems at 4:15 Friday afternoon, take kids to SkyHigh & ice cream, find all the CD's I have boxed up, give up on vinyl for now, and whittle all the songs down to the must-haves on 24 separate disks, I am sitting here trying to make a mix for a DJ.
And after I get it all ripped and arranged, I'll setup a website where my DJ friend can download it. All in time to nap before I attempt to find an impossible white suitcoat.
Hopefully she gets a chance to listen to some of it, and can select a song or two to play tomorrow night, when I get to go out dancing. I suspect I am outside her window of opportunity, but I will try anyway.
That is not a typical day for me, but it is not atypical for me to have at least one day like that a week. I look forward to my 80's, when I can sleep even less.
Why so much? I make time for the things that bring me satisfaction. The things that don't, like say, taxes, well, the world can wait on me for a bit, is my general take on it.
Really good pumpkin pie is rare. So are really happy kids. Even more so DJ's that will let you pick songs that you get to dance to. I am not going to waste my time worrying about lost sleep - besides, if the latest research is correct, I've already impaired my brain function enough that I couldn't remember how much sleep I was missing anyway.
I'm not part of the 'sleep when I die crowd.' That would imply I plan to stop.
Life is too much fun to not do all this. I think I'll just plan to live forever.
And after I get it all ripped and arranged, I'll setup a website where my DJ friend can download it. All in time to nap before I attempt to find an impossible white suitcoat.
Hopefully she gets a chance to listen to some of it, and can select a song or two to play tomorrow night, when I get to go out dancing. I suspect I am outside her window of opportunity, but I will try anyway.
That is not a typical day for me, but it is not atypical for me to have at least one day like that a week. I look forward to my 80's, when I can sleep even less.
Why so much? I make time for the things that bring me satisfaction. The things that don't, like say, taxes, well, the world can wait on me for a bit, is my general take on it.
Really good pumpkin pie is rare. So are really happy kids. Even more so DJ's that will let you pick songs that you get to dance to. I am not going to waste my time worrying about lost sleep - besides, if the latest research is correct, I've already impaired my brain function enough that I couldn't remember how much sleep I was missing anyway.
I'm not part of the 'sleep when I die crowd.' That would imply I plan to stop.
Life is too much fun to not do all this. I think I'll just plan to live forever.