Last night, I was at church until just after 11pm. Normally, I set up pretty good boundaries about how late I’m out on a school night, but this was the final dress rehearsal before the big weekend of shows, and I knew in advance I’d be out late. I even gave Daisy a reprieve and sent her to the parents to spend the evening cage-free. And since my sister is home from college, and is there to dote on her hand and foot and talk excessive amounts of baby talk to her, she’ll love me that much more when I pick her up today.
But there are consequences of me getting less than my normal 7-8 hours of sleep:
- My eyes shot open this morning, alarmed by the sound. I kept thinking “what’s that noise?!?!” Then I realized it was my alarm. The same alarm I’ve been using for over six months. And yet, I still can’t get used to the sound of it.
-I get into the shower. When I’m sleep deprived, the shower takes on a whole new and existential experience. I ponder things like “what makes conditioner work?” and “I wonder why women ever started shaving their legs…” Very thought-provoking.
- I develop a bit of an, um…attitude. As in, “yeah, I know this shirt is wrinkled and I’ve already spilled coffee on the sleeve. You wanna make something of it?”
- I get random songs stuck in my head. For instance, here it is on a sunny Friday in December, and I have the song “Rainy Days and Mondays” by the Carpenters stuck in my head. Or I should say, the chorus is stuck in my head.
- Just when you'd think that I'd come home and go immediately to bed, I come home, spend excessive time on the computer, and then get struck by inspiration. And stay up even later.
And sleep ridiculously late the next morning...
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