Don't make a point of trying to go to bed early in order to be up and perky by an earlier time than usual. That trick never works.
(I will refrain from amusing you with what *I* consider a normal bedtime and a normal waking time... the easiest explanation is that I'm a night owl and I work part-time shifts. I keep a perfectly reasonable schedule... were I living on the opposite coast.) So, I went to bed early (for me) so that I could get up a little earlier (again, for me) to visit with my sister a little before work.
HA.
It being early (for me), I wasn't at all tired, so I got into bed and decided to read for awhile. Right. Finished my book about four hours later, *still* wasn't particularly tired. At least I was lying down, if not actually sleeping. Decided to do a bit of crossword (for some reason, although I enjoy it immensely, the New York Times Sunday crossword can generally put me out like a light within a half hour).
Finally felt a little sleepy (note, this was now about my normal bedtime, even a little after-- so much for "going to bed early"). Turned off the light, dutifully fell asleep... and was awake again about 15 minutes later for no reason at all. This continued, back and forth (get up, get something to drink, go back to bed, lie in the dark smooshing my pillow into a comfortable position, drift off, wake up, lather, rinse, repeat) until, oh... 6:30 am? It wasn't even that I was particularly tired. I was downright perky when my eyes weren't closed. I just felt that I *should* be sleeping, particularly if I wanted to be worth anything the following day.
I'd finally gotten honest-to-goodness tired and sleepy and drifted off in a semi-permanent fashion when, about an hour or so later, the road crew started up. You know, the one cutting into the pavement about 150 feet outside my window? ARGH ARGH ARGH.
And so here I sit "the following day," wooly-brained, a little trembly, stomach slightly upset, hoping I have some yerba mate tucked away in my bag somewhere-- the classic and familiar signs of an all-nighter-- because I tried to be a good girl and go to bed early.
That trick never works.
The gods of deep sleprivation are punishing me.
Posted by gris at June 3, 2003 02:08 PM