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I got up at 7am this morning. Voluntarily. Yeah, I don't know how that happened either, except that I went to bed at 9:30, and I guess that was all the sleep I could take. It's very odd being on a regular people schedule--eating breakfast before noon, going to the 24-hour grocery store before the deli counter closes. Weird. Wonder how long I can keep it up for?
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It's 6am, the sun is up, the birds are chirping, and it's time for me to go to bed.

Yeah, I'm on a screwed up schedule.

I just sent off what I hope will be the last set of major revisions on the journal article I've been working on. Now that it's done, I'm going to try to return to a more normal sleeping schedule. This extreme late night stuff (as opposed to my usual 2am late night schedule) tends to be driven by procrastination, and the panic that sets in when I realize that the day's over and I haven't accomplished anything, which pushes me to stay up later and later. And nothing leads me to procrastinate like paper writing. (Yes, I realize this could be a problem if I continue to follow my current career trajectory. I'm working on it.)

So one goal for the next week is to bring my bedtime back to a reasonable hour. (I have a few others as well, which I may write up later.)

Now, bed. Well, except that I've killed several large and scary creepy-crawlies in here tonight, all in the vicinity of my bed, and I'm a little freaked out about climbing in there. Oh well, I'm sure exhaustion will win out sooner or later.

***

[livejournal.com profile] semiotic_trader and [livejournal.com profile] a_just_society, I'm sorry, I was at B's on Sunday and didn't get your phone message about lunch until Monday afternoon. Are you going to be back downtown before you leave?
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For the past four or five days, I've woken up tired. It didn't seem to matter how much sleep I got, or what I ate, or whether I worked out--I was tired. (And no, I don't drink coffee or any other caffeinated beverage on a regular basis, so it's not that.) Today, with no discernible change in my schedule, I woke up feeling refreshed.

It's amazing how much more productive I am when I'm not tired. Three hours of RA work done, a paper partially edited, and I'm not out of steam yet!
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What is it about late nights that lets me focus?

I meant to do work today. I wanted to do work today. Now admittedly, I got a late start on the trying-to-do-work because I stayed up until 3:30am (which cut out my morning) and then went to get my hair cut (which cut out my early afternoon), but I was in my seat by 4:00, computer on my lap, ready to work. And I didn't. I couldn't decide what to do. I couldn't focus. I couldn't get stuff done. And so I sat here and surfed around aimlessly, not particularly interested in anything I was reading, but unable to do any real work and unwilling to give up altogether. I swear, I tried. I wouldn't let myself step away from the computer. I refused to get up even to eat, which led to eating my first and only real meal of the day at 8:00pm. (I had a pear and a chocolate bar earlier.) Even so, hours came and hours went and the work remained undone. And then 11:00 hit, and all of a sudden, I was productive. Code a blog? Sure! Write the one-page summary that I've been putting off for two weeks? Sure! Suddenly, I'm calm and relaxed and focused. No more anxiety, no more brain running every which way. Just ready to work. This is a common phenomenon for me. It's one of the reasons I end up staying up all night, even at age 29. But I don't understand it.

I could probably work for another hour or two until fatigue overtook me. Unfortunately, I have a meeting at noon tomorrow, which means that I need to get to bed now. Too bad. There's still so much work to do.
onefixedstar: (mystery)
I'm terrible with pens. By which I mean that if I have a pen in hand (say, for taking notes while I read an article), then sooner or later the ink will invariably end up on surfaces other than those for which it was intended. Usually me.

This wasn't so bad back when I used ballpoint pens. A little messy, yes, but the ink generally came out in the wash, and if not, a bit of hairspray would usually fix the problem. But then last year, some friends of mine convinced me to switch to gel pens.

I love my gel pens, I really do. They write beautifully, with a smoothness I could only dream of before. But, as I quickly discovered, gel pen ink does not come out in the wash. Thus far, I have managed to stain:

1 new shirt;
2 pairs of jeans;
1 pair of white tights;
the cover to my futon/couch;
and my lovely cream bedsheets.

The ink seems to be slowly fading from the shirt with repeated washes, but as to the others...nada.

This does not make me happy, but since I'm unwilling to return to ballpoint pens, there's really nothing to be done but whine a bit on LiveJournal and swear that next time, I will cap the pen when I'm not using it.
onefixedstar: (mystery)
I finally decided to take the plunge and switch to contact lenses. I resisted up til now because of the squickiness of touching my eye, but convenience has won out and now I'm thinking of all the things I'll be able to do: Running without my glasses sliding down my face! Wearing sunglasses when going out! Actually being able to see what my new frames look like before I buy them! Hmm...I think that's about it; really, when sitting in front of the computer all day, it doesn't matter all that much whether you wear glasses or contacts.

It's very strange to walk around without glasses for the first time since I was 12. It feels like everything ought to be blurry because I don't have glasses on, and so it's a shock when I'm actually able to see things.

I guess the next step, at some point, will be surgery, which the optometrist recommended. However, since that's fairly expensive and I'm still a poor student, it'll be a while before I'm in a position to seriously consider it.
onefixedstar: (academic)
It's a very difference experience spending the entire night working in my office (or the basement beneath my office) than spending the entire night working at home. As I was walking home this morning, I found my mind sliding back to the tutorial I'd run the night before, but it didn't feel like it had ended a full thirteen hours before. It felt close, as if I were still in the same evening, as if the time I spent working had been compressed so that my memory could skip over it and keep its connection with the previous night. I've never had that happen when I stayed up all night at home--there, I'm much more aware that a night has passed, although first light always catches me by surprise.

It's also strange to be walking home as everyone else is arriving for the day, even if it is just to shower and change rather than sleep.

The good news is that the report was well received, although I've been assigned yet more edits and more digging up numbers to back it up. I can probably get it done in a day, but it won't be today--I'm too tired now. Instead, I'm working on editing transcripts, which requires concentration but not much brainpower. I really just want to go home and sleep, but I'm determined to continue to be productive today.

Spring!

May. 30th, 2005 12:21 am
onefixedstar: (mystery)
We spent the weekend on a deck improvement project. We set out to get a grill, an umbrella, chairs, cushions, and some plants and assorted plant things (soil and pots to plant them in, fertilizer to keep them alive, brackets to hang them with, et cetera).

B already had one large, soil-and-weed-filled box on his deck. For that, we bought three varieties of tomatoes and some red peppers. For cooking, we also bought a little herb box and some oregano, sweet basil, and cilantro to grow in it (along with some English lavender just for fun). And for pure decoration, we purchased a princess lily plant and a lovely dark blue pot which we suspended from the railing of the deck.

Unfortunately, the plants were all we got done in the four hours we were out. Everything else will have to wait until next weekend. Apparently this is what happens to people who insist on going to bed at 4am and rising at noon.

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