It’s 10pm Sunday night and I’ve been awake since 10am Saturday morning. That’s 36 hours of mind-numbing coding and market research. I’ve been nod napping since noon and have nearly fallen out of my chair twice. I’m in bed now so we should be good to go for another 24 hours or so.
All kidding aside, what’s with my ridiculous sleep patterns? I’m up at the crack of dawn on Mondays, work a long day and then get lost in coding until sunrise the following day. Yeah, I’m supposed to work on Tuesdays too, so I sleep until about 10am and then I’m late for the rest of the week.
When I’m finally done on Friday nights, long after everyone else has kicked back to the rhythm of a smoke and a pancake. Last Friday, they shut off the water while I was halfway into a solid, nvm. This jacked up schedule is getting really inconvenient and my boss surely doesn’t love it. Something’s got to give.
But I’ve tried everything; exercise, meditation, bathing, reading and warm milk. I’ve taken Melatonin and Z-12 and I’ve spent drugged-up nights hitting PRs at 24 Hour Fitness on this stack. At the end of the day, it all comes down to whether or not I want to fall asleep, and I don’t.
I don’t want to drop these barreling trains of thought. I don’t want to snuff this blaze and lay my head to rest. I want to work and build and ride this wave of optimism that took all day to climb. I’m up, I’m high, I’ll sleep when I die.
That said, there’s this pesky thing called work. It’s the only obligation I’ve yet to rid myself of besides feeding. Clearly I can function without sleep, for a while at least, and with all this Pranayama I’m good on oxygen until 2012. Ah, then the time has come my friend to take a deep breath… and let it all go.
This is the year of chaos and freedom. The Aztecs got their gig and I’ve got mine. While the world is crashing and burning, I’ll be peacing out on the ark I built of bytes and midnight hours. This baby is buoyant as a beach ball, can’t nobody hold me down. Oh no, I got to keep on moving.
The rain is a coming to carry us away and cleanse us of our delusions. Welcome to the real world where the only grade you get is an annual pay raise, or not. And that’s only if you’ve managed to find a job. I understand that I should be grateful for my job. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But I have more important things to do, like stay up all night entertaining you.
It’s been real, but I have work in the morning so the fun ends now. If you like to write and want to publish where you’ll get seen, shoot me a quick e-mail before I change my mind. Just kidding. Wow, I literally just fell asleep mid sentence.
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