Yeah, that seems to be what I've been getting lately, too. Does not mesh well with my 8am class. Also, hey, you're that one dude with the stuff!
@mazarinedrake Yeah, I'm OK now... well sort of OK, it's almost 4 in the afternoon and I just woke up and am still shaking off the paralysis. I'm back on the "too much sleep" side of things now. Bluh. Sorry for not updating. (Though if I actually do go manic, y'all will prolly hear from me about it. At length. Yay hypergraphia. :p)
Aaaaand I'm back! Guess that's what I get for sleeping till 2 PM. And then not exercising, and failing to refrain from doing various unvirtuous things that my mom will advise me not to do if I complain about this in her presence. Which I won't. Cause it won't help. I will do the things anyway. I only get a few hours awake in daylight, I am not going to waste them by not eating chocolate if I have the opportunity to eat chocolate. (Though chocolate's never really been high on her list of unvirtuous foods, it's only there in its capacity as Convenience Food, which is Bad because it is Convenient. This is why she prefers not to keep anything in the fridge in edible form. Just raw kale, various farmer's market sundry, and shelves and shelves of jars. Heads of cabbage shoved to the back and going squishy to make room for this week's CSA.) (she controls the fridge. Result of this, I mainly eat out of the nearest convenience store. It has pizza. Also chocolate.) wait that's food not sleep well except "not sleep" is the problem right now innit. instead of sleeping i have been looking up pictures of pretty hammocks. i found one that's purple and blue. yes.
Instead of sleeping i have been looking at the moon (lunar eclipse yo) and watching chopped. i think i'm going to make an attempt now probably (side note, i hate it when you're like "yeah like i know i have stuff to do in the morning and that everyone judges me for waking up at 2 pm on the weekends... i just don't have any actual motivation to go to sleep." and then people are like "just go to sleep!" and you're like "gosh! i wish i'd thought of that! gee willikers! you should be a medical doctor! wow!" it's like the hyperbole and a half "motivation game")
(Fell asleep finally! Awake again finally! The cats are incredibly happy that their petting lump is conscious again so it can pet them.)
Turns out that staying up to ridiculous hours drawing porn does not actually substitute for sleep. Oh well, least the porn's hot.
Why is it that the only time I sleep well is when it's close to, or after, the time I need to get up?
I have to get up in six hours and I can't go to sleeeeeeeep. *whinge* *moan* Guess I set myself up for this, what with staying up all night Monday and taking two naps and not going to bed until 2 a.m. Tuesday and sleeping in until ten today ... uuuuuugh.
I am applying alcohol to my sleeping problems even though I know it's a bad idea. So long as I don't do this all the time, I guess ...
The only wake-up tea in the house was PG Tips (lovingly referred to as Crack in a Cup among my family) around 2 in the afternoon and I was too lazy to make coffee. It is now 2 in the morning and I regret this decision immensely. I'm still wired. Spoiler: Why this was a regrettable idea I am regretting So tea has caffeine naturally, right? Most of the caffeine is stored in the very tips of the leaves, but most teas use the whole leaf. Green/white teas use younger leaves than black and iirc it hasn't reached peak caffination which is why those have less. PG Tips is a black tea, so the leaf is at peak caffeination, and as you've probably already guessed uses only the tips of the leaves. The tips where most of the caffeine is stored. It's pretty much the caffeine storage plus a little bit of actual leaf for flavor. For comparison: I am a two-cup minimum coffee drinker. Sometimes as many as four on particularly bad days. You do not drink more than one cup of PG Tips unless you're trying to induce a heart attack. It's a nice awakeness though, no jitters and minimal squirrel-brain. It also lasts, which is nice when I drink it in the morning but not so nice when I make bad afternoon tea choices.
i got into a state of flow and ended up staying up till, like, 6:30 AM, rereading fics i'd already read (and some i wrote). and like, i originally thought i might manage to write something or, well, do something else that's productive in some way, but no... it's not really an issue, since i don't have any school or anything this month but... jeez, now my head is cloudy and i'm just like, "really? really?" if i'm gonna stay up till 6:30 AM, i should at least do something. then again, i slept through a power outage from 2:30 - 5:00 PM yesterday, and my sleep schedule is generally weird, so... i think i'm getting enough sleep. just at unconventional times. the thing that's really bothering me is that i got in a state of flow and proceeded to do pretty much jackshit with it. and that reading those fics apparently took about 5 hours - since, well, with my reading speed, i'd expect myself to have went through them faster. and i'm rambling. about something i barely even think is a problem.
i work in five hours, goddammit. Just looked at the clock. mildly pissed at myself okay attempting sleep in 3...2...1...
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gaah had a super-overload inducing day work, then mom wanted to go to this store up the road that's selling out all its inventory the owners were kind of hoarders, and didn't actually like selling stuff, so it was all overpriced until now and it is CRAMMED (mostly with cowboy boots. so many cowboy boots) and the owners are really old and one of them's in the hospital so the grandson went in and was like OK $50 COWBOY BOOTS WHO WANTS EM and these are like 150-200 dollar boots we're talking about clothes in the upstairs are all going for ten, there's stuff in there that looks like it's left over from the damn seventies and it is likewise all crammed to the gills anyway that store was full of cow-families snapping up these boots (hats also) cow-persons of the type that actually farm and usually can't afford boots that fucking nice so, store crammed edge-to-edge with merch and REALLY EXCITED customers and soooooo maaaaany boooooots they had to have like half an acre of shelves packed edge-to-edge with boots, no space between em ... I hate clothes shopping. Shoe-shopping even worse. Putting unfamiliar and possibly hurty items on my body in public spaces full of strangers is just about my definition of hell. Then we went out for sushi. Then we got home and I tried to sleep. ... haaahaahaaahaaa nope. I am sooooo fuckin wound up right now even my normal sedatives couldn't put me down more than an hour. I am half-convinced that if i tip my head wrong about fifty unmatched cowboy boots are gonna come pouring out my ear. i'm so fuckin tired aaaaaauggh
I actually got a referral to a sleep specialist. So now I'm doing a ritual. So, the thing where if you can't sleep, you stay up until the next day, which never actually seems to work? Turns out it doesn't work. You can rotate a sleep schedule only a few hours at a time. So I'm trying it with three hours a day. Also he strongly suggests no napping between sleep periods, and avoiding stimulants before sleeping times. So I am trying this. Today I will be up until about 3 PM, if all goes well.
"Wow! That is useful information!" I said to myself, just before conking out again for two hours in the middle of the afternoon. >-< gdi
3 a.m. is such a pleasantly quiet time of night. No one scuffling around or moving things or talking. Hard to want to get back to a more normal sleep schedule, except for the parts where I get embarrassed/ashamed for not contributing fairly to housework or socializing much.
Back again, yep yep. Shouldn't have fallen asleep for five hours this afternoon, nope nope. Apparently my mom called down the stairs for me to help her with spaghetti, but when I didn't answer she felt too depressed to finish it. There was a half a pot of uncooked sauce ingredients on the stove when I finally went up. Finished cooking the sauce after she went to bed. Noodles for breakfast, I guess?
(Just earlier I was considering building a Hypersomnia Wailing Pole to compliment this thread, but then I realized anyone so afflicted would be too unconscious to post in it.)
