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Over the last couple of weeks my sleep has gotten both too conventional and too weird. I've been doing a lot of sleeping overnight, just like actual people, but more often than not it is truncated or interrupted, and then I have to have long nap other times of day. Sometimes these work, and sometimes they don't. The end result is that my waking hours now feel like scraps, or leftovers, or afterthoughts. I'm reluctant to start any projects because I'm likely to have a sudden need to sleep in the inconvenient middle of them.
But the sleeping overnight, when it happens, is so much like my childhood that I am lulled into a kind of complacent nostalgia, in which it seems there is nothing that needs to be done, which is simply not the case, and after submerging myself in indulgent lassitude for a while, I will be rudely awakened to the fact that I've forgotten some task I ought to have done hours before. It's a most distressing way to live, and I'm not good at it. Apparently I'm not good at figuring out how to fix it either, because I haven't a clue.
Today I have been awake, more or less, since about half past three in the morning, and out of bed since about half past five. I don't expect to get much done. Even with the furnace cycling on the apartment got a bit chilly overnight, and The throw I've draped over my shoulders is reminding me of my cozy bed. I haven't had an actual breakfast yet, so maybe cooking some can bring me back to the real (non-bed) world, for a while at least. Eating it, of course, is apt to have the opposite effect. These days it seems even caffeine can't keep me awake when the nap fit hits me. Everything has changed in my catawampus life, even when it's gone back to something old.
But the sleeping overnight, when it happens, is so much like my childhood that I am lulled into a kind of complacent nostalgia, in which it seems there is nothing that needs to be done, which is simply not the case, and after submerging myself in indulgent lassitude for a while, I will be rudely awakened to the fact that I've forgotten some task I ought to have done hours before. It's a most distressing way to live, and I'm not good at it. Apparently I'm not good at figuring out how to fix it either, because I haven't a clue.
Today I have been awake, more or less, since about half past three in the morning, and out of bed since about half past five. I don't expect to get much done. Even with the furnace cycling on the apartment got a bit chilly overnight, and The throw I've draped over my shoulders is reminding me of my cozy bed. I haven't had an actual breakfast yet, so maybe cooking some can bring me back to the real (non-bed) world, for a while at least. Eating it, of course, is apt to have the opposite effect. These days it seems even caffeine can't keep me awake when the nap fit hits me. Everything has changed in my catawampus life, even when it's gone back to something old.
