"I'll Sleep When I'm Dead"
Feb. 27th, 2013 11:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3According to my Sleep Cycle app (a think of beauty, and the only alarm clock I've used for the last year) on Sunday I had 5 hours of sleep, 4.5 on Monday, and 6.5 last night. This isn't a poor, poor pitiful me whine about insomnia, but an acknowledgement that I've been having too good a time, and also noting that having that good time in Edinburgh knocks an hour off any kind of sleep I'm going to get (I got to bed at 1.30, 2.00 and half past midnight on those three nights, two of which involved driving back to Glasgow).
Still, you do the crime, you do the time, and so long as Mark Eitzel doesn't keep me out too late tonight, I should be able to catch up some sleep, and even though I'm back out in Edinburgh on Thursday, I can sleep till 8 on Friday, so I may be in good shape to be slave labour for my brother this weekend.
Life at the moment is too damn busy, which is fairly amusing since I was lamenting my solitary life of take-aways and movies for men who like movies for men not so long ago. Somewhere, I think about half way through this month, a switch got thrown, and my life has been much, much busier, but also much, much more fun ever since.
I've always believed that we were put on this earth not to suffer, but to fly. And, of late, my life has felt a bit like that old film footage of the Wright Brothers at Kitty Hawk. Lots of trundling, then a skip into the air, then another. At the rate things are progressing, I think I'll hit Mach One sometime in March.
Stay tuned...
Still, you do the crime, you do the time, and so long as Mark Eitzel doesn't keep me out too late tonight, I should be able to catch up some sleep, and even though I'm back out in Edinburgh on Thursday, I can sleep till 8 on Friday, so I may be in good shape to be slave labour for my brother this weekend.
Life at the moment is too damn busy, which is fairly amusing since I was lamenting my solitary life of take-aways and movies for men who like movies for men not so long ago. Somewhere, I think about half way through this month, a switch got thrown, and my life has been much, much busier, but also much, much more fun ever since.
I've always believed that we were put on this earth not to suffer, but to fly. And, of late, my life has felt a bit like that old film footage of the Wright Brothers at Kitty Hawk. Lots of trundling, then a skip into the air, then another. At the rate things are progressing, I think I'll hit Mach One sometime in March.
Stay tuned...
