I had plans for this evening. My plans included homework. My plans got derailed by Homeaway.com. The slightest passing reference to a possible trip to the UK and I get sucked in. Not a good use of my time.
Now I’m watching the clock. I’m doing that thing I do where I start to feel tired a few days in a row (late nights, early mornings), and I know I need to get more sleep, but it’s hard to get to bed earlier. So then, every time I look at the clock, I’m calculating how many hours of sleep I can get before I have to get up. It’s 10 to 9 right now. If I can be asleep in 10 minutes, I could get eight hours tonight (I’m going to Baltimore tomorrow and I have to get up at 5). I won’t even be ready for bed in 10 minutes, let alone asleep, so 8 hours is not happening. And that’s mildly upsetting because it means I’ll be tired tomorrow. Actually, it means I’ll be visiting Starbucks at 6am tomorrow morning, which is not so good for my health. But when I have to drive an hour and a half when it’s still dark outside, you better believe I’m going to allow myself to have a tall skim no whip toffee nut white mocha. Is it too much to ask to be able to sleep in at least until the sun comes up every day?
Melvin?
Little Mermaid! (Yes, that’s my comment because I just exclaimed it randomly from the kitchen after trying to place the quote: princess bride? newsies? no, no, wth is it from?)
I’m over the whole 8-hour thing. I like to be asleep long enough to get in at least one REM cycle. I hallucinate less during the day when I get at least four hours.
Zannah
Ding ding ding!
4 hours? I’d be asleep under my desk (or asleep at the wheel) if I only got 4 hours of sleep. You’re crazy.
Melvin?
Probably a little more than halfway there anyway. (To crazy, that is.) And I don’t have a desk. I supposed I could find an abandoned wheelchair to sleep under but it would mess up my productivity for the day. Hallucinations make life more interesting, I always say. (Fact Checker says: “You never say that!”)