This does not bode well for me. Day two of NaBloPoMo and I've already got writer's block.
You'd think I'd maybe write about voting or the election or something... but no. As part of my civic duty, I voted, but I'm only barely interested. Apathy? Maybe. I don't care. Same as it ever was, I suppose the Talking Heads would say.
Work is still too busy and I don't like thinking about it when I'm not being paid to do so. I'm happy and grateful to be working, but I'm really looking forward to the end of November when my stressful work season will pause briefly and I can take a breath before it goes crazy again.
Sometimes I think about going back to school and getting my Masters... everyone seems to be doing that or having babies... or both... which should make me feel like an underachiever, but really? Meh. What graduate program? Uh. Probably napping. I'd make an excellent Professional Napper... I just haven't found a program that really addresses my ideal field of study and I've never heard of anyone getting a decent salary for professional napping services. (And before you suggest it, medical studies are temp work - and they wouldn't pay well enough for someone with a Masters in Naptime.)
I'm really good at it so I'd have to ask for a ridiculously high salary for my napping skills. I could be the clincher of a professional nap-time endurance team. I often wonder if maybe my ideal cycle would be 24 hours awake, 24 hours asleep. I'm pretty good at staying awake late and once I'm asleep, I've got no problems staying asleep. Waking up and falling asleep are not as fun...obviously.
Sunday through Thursday I normally dread waking up the next morning so much that I fight to stay awake for as long as possible the night before. I'll crawl into bed, burney eyed and yawning, alternating keeping one eye open at a time. Watching TV, browsing the internet, reading shampoo labels - anything so that I can enjoy my time after work for the longest period possible. Irrationally I've convinced myself that the longer I stay awake, the longer it will be until I have to be back at my desk. If I fall asleep at a decent hour, not only do I miss all the fun TV (this is my inner child talking, she doesn't know about DVR) but I will also be jolted awake by the sound of my alarm after what feels like 2 minutes of sleep. I know this ends up coming back to bite me in the morning... when I've hit the snooze 7 times and am rationalizing 10 more minutes of sleep when I have to be at work in 15 (I've done it.) Once I've stepped into the realm of REM, there's nothing I can do better. 10-12 hours of sleep is a comfortable Friday night/Saturday morning if I've got the time. 15 hours makes me feel like I've discovered the fountain of youth.
Mike used to get annoyed when he'd wake up and be bored on Saturday morning and I'd still be sleeping, blissfully uninterrupted. No alarms, no gardeners, no loud noises can wake me prematurely on a morning I don't have to be up before noon. "How could I sleep away a precious day off?!" He would ask.
He finally came to understand that outside of social obligations, sleeping is my past-time of choice. Where he might like to play video games or even be productive on a crisp sunny Saturday morning, I would like to continue my dream cycle well into the afternoon. And if you had some of my dreams, I'm sure you would too.
In 97% of my dreams I am awesome. Like I'm flying-ninja-pirate-sexy-Iron-Woman- and-Mother-Theresa-combined-into-one-mecha-warrior awesome. 2% of the time, I have work-related dreams that serve to annoy then amuse and 1% of the time I have nightmares. Even the nightmares are kind of badass because I always wake up happy that it was a dream and then think, dude... I'm practically Stephen King... except I've never written any of my nightmares down.
I do feel guilty about sleeping in so much sometimes... mostly when Mike is hungry and bored and I wake up at noon to find the kitchen cleaned and laundry being done out of boredom. Oops. Eventually I'll make up for it with my nocturnal cleaning though. I have been known to suddenly have the urge to clean the ENTIRE house top to bottom at 11:45 in the evening... make the whole place spotless while Mike sleeps blissfully unaware... and then sleep in until 3pm the next day. So. It works out. Mike can fall asleep in 10 seconds flat, but can't stay asleep more than 9 hours even if he tries. I can take hours to really fall asleep, but when I get there, I make it count.
Ok, it's 11:50PM... I have to post this before I fail at NaBloPoMo on the second day of writing. Leave it to me to procrastinate this early in the blog game and then write a weird blog.