Day 2 — 30 September 2008 to 1 October 2008
By nine I was on the couch, flat on my back. Bowl of popcorn on my chest, cat on my belly, time to snooze… Oh rapturous joy.
About 9:30 my wondrous wife Dagmar came home — she’d been at her mother’s. The door woke me, which I take as a good sign. I’d hate to fall asleep and get stolen or something… But within minutes I was back asleep again.
But at midnight I was up again, staring at the TV, trying not to wake the cat. I eventually gave up trying to find a show that made sense and got up to get some work done. At 1:45 a.m. I crashed on the goofy crouton fold-out couch doohicky in my office and read for a while. At three I went back to the couch and turned the TV on… By 3:30 I was asleep.
The alarum rang at 6:22… Time to start another day.
I’d write more, but it’s 12:25 the next morning already and I’m beat. I haven’t had a break (other than to shower) since 6:30 yesterday morning… I’m off to try to sleep, night three.
I’ll try and catch a couple extra hours for you, because I live to give.
Try having a couple of friends help you sleep, like Captain Morgan or Jack Daniels.
Should we start competing sleep diaries on our blogs? 2:30am – 6:30am for me last night. Night before 4:30am – 6:30am and a round of interviews. Yay.
That is why I thought I did so badly on my University interview. I was so tired and weak, the dark edges started coming into my vision. Somehow I still wowed em. HA, I guess I can do that job in my sleep!