Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Twenty
Jan. 1st, 2024 06:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rejectomorphAround about ten o'clock New Year's Eve I found myself too tired to wait up, so I hit the sack for a nap, thinking the loud noise at midnight would wake me. I did wake up to a loud bang, followed a minute or so later by a second, and I waited in anticipation of the cacophony I was sure was about to break out, but there were no more noises, so I roused myself to look at the phone clock, and it said 12:20. I had slept through the change of year! That is something that hasn't happened since I was twelve years old.
Now I know I am well and truly an old geezer. I was awake at the stroke of every midnight on December 31 for almost two thirds of a century, and now I've missed one. Not only did I miss it, but I soon went back to sleep for another two hours. And I hadn't even been drinking! Poor old coot. I might as well jump into a hole and pull the grass over myself, if I can't stay up late enough to see the new year in. I'll bet I couldn't even stay awake through an entire episode of the Lawrence Welk show. Oh, wait. I never was able to do that.
Anyway. Before my nap I'd had the presence of mind to check my Internet usage for the month, and it was only 36GB. It's been running around 40 most of the year, and I suspect that the lower number for December reflects my newfound propensity to sleep more. The computer gets to sleep too, and would probably be grateful for the reduced workload if it were not an insensate machine incapable of feelings, so I'll get no thanks. The things I put up with from the material world! Like my neck, which has cramped up on me three times in the last five hours. I think I might be ready for my second sleep of 2024. Happy New Year, and to all a good night!
Now I know I am well and truly an old geezer. I was awake at the stroke of every midnight on December 31 for almost two thirds of a century, and now I've missed one. Not only did I miss it, but I soon went back to sleep for another two hours. And I hadn't even been drinking! Poor old coot. I might as well jump into a hole and pull the grass over myself, if I can't stay up late enough to see the new year in. I'll bet I couldn't even stay awake through an entire episode of the Lawrence Welk show. Oh, wait. I never was able to do that.
Anyway. Before my nap I'd had the presence of mind to check my Internet usage for the month, and it was only 36GB. It's been running around 40 most of the year, and I suspect that the lower number for December reflects my newfound propensity to sleep more. The computer gets to sleep too, and would probably be grateful for the reduced workload if it were not an insensate machine incapable of feelings, so I'll get no thanks. The things I put up with from the material world! Like my neck, which has cramped up on me three times in the last five hours. I think I might be ready for my second sleep of 2024. Happy New Year, and to all a good night!
