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.
, 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?