first shift work syndrome

Man alive, I am in the middle of some gigantic phase-reset. It feels like my clock is running half an hour later every day. Last week I could fall asleep naturally at 2am just fine. This week I'm not even tired at 3:30. I didn't do anything crazy this weekend, this is only a rare occurrence of late-night computer use, and I've been getting up at the same time in the mornings, but that's getting harder and harder.

Imagine if, when Indy is fleeing the Big Stone Ball of Horrible Death, he tries to turn around and stop it. This is a movie, right, and he's Harrison Ford. He's not actually going to get jellied, but he'd suddenly be going the same direction the stone is going, and the stone's not gonna feel a thing.

This feeling of being out of control has been analogized more succinctly a zillion times before, but you're stuck with a bad Indy visualization because I get Soul Asylum stuck in my head every time I use the old standby.

I know a lot of members of my family have strange sleep schedules. Tell me, kids, what is your relationship with sleep? When would you sleep if you had your druthers? How much sleep do you get vs. how much you want? What does it take to get you out of bed in the morning?

the hedge abides.

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I am hungry, but can't get the smell of mouse innards out of my nose. Ugh.

the hedge abides.