21 August 2001

Last year: Matt and I spent three hours shopping for furniture on Saturday, though, and I think it nearly drove him to drink.

Sleep is for wimps. Happy, healthy, well-rested wimps, but wimps nonetheless.

This month's On Display topic is sleep.

If I'd thought about it, it would've been an interesting experiment over my vacation to stay up all night and then write this entry while struggling with a severe lack of sleep.

On the other hand, it might have resulted in something like:

...and we wouldn't have wanted that.

The first night of my vacation, I rather determinedly stayed up until about four in the morning before the weights attached to my eyelids required a wheelbarrow to get them up the stairs to bed. I would bemoan the loss of my school days and the the ability to pull true all-nighters - except I never really was able to pull all-nighters. I've only managed it twice; once while gaming and once the first time I played Civilization, and both times I crawled into bed when I realized the sun was rising.

For the longest time, I was the sort of person who really, honestly needed eight hours of sleep every night. If I didn't get it, I was groggy and irritable the next day. With caffeine's assistance, I could get by with as few as six hours, but that could only last for a couple of days before I had to get back to a decent schedule.

What with getting up at six in the morning to go to work, and it taking half an hour to get to sleep, that meant I had to be in bed most nights at 9:30. I can remember agonizing over wanting to stay up to watch Oz, which wasn't over until midnight.

These days, midnight is a doddle. If I'm in bed by midnight, that's an early night.

Of course, I'm sleeping later on the weekends. And over my vacation, I slept in until nearly noon for several days, and I think the earliest I rose was ten... Maybe nine-thirty.

But I went to bed at one-thirty last night, which is late but not especially so, and I feel fine this morning. A little lint-y around and behind the eyes, but that should clear up when I've had some breakfast. I don't want a cup of coffee - which is good, because caffeine acts on me as an appetite enhancement, and I'm always ravenously hungry about an hour after I've had a cup of coffee or a soda.

So, on four and a half hours of sleep, I'm fine. Perfectly............

Zzz- huh? What? What was... where was I?

Oh, yeah. I'm fine. Perfectly fine. Quit looking at me like that.

--Liz

Word of the Day:
sounding board - a structure behind or over a pulpit, rostrum, or platform to give distinctness and sonority to sound; a device or agency that helps propagate opinions or utterances; a person or group on whom one tries out an idea or opinion as a means of evaluating it
 
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