Sensible is the new boring
Sep. 3rd, 2013 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
f4f3Home last night at seven, fed myself by eight, and played Gran Tourismo till 10, then went to bed, read for an hour, and went to sleep. So I got about 7 and a half hours of sleep, and getting up at 6.15 wasn't as hard as it was yesterday.
I wasn't really bored. Buying a PS3 was my own ironic take on my single status - I knew that I was going to be spending much more time sitting around playing with myself. Gran Tourismo is one of the games I was playing 15 or so years ago, and the new-ish version is still recognisable to me. I don't tend to play it systematically (the ostensible goal is to get lots of money and the flashest cars and win all of the races). Instead I buy cars I like the look of, piddle about in the easy races and hum along to the soundtrack.
I've decided that an hour or so of reading before sleep also has to make its way back into my routine, since I sleep better after a good read. The jury is out on whether I can read on the iPad before sleep, or if that counts as more screen time (which doesn't help me sleep).
My brain seems to be taking advantage of the extra sleep time to do some filing. I had a long and detailed dream about my ex-wife on Sunday night, and another about a more recent ex last night. Neither of them was particularly distressing, it was just strange to be on holiday with Susan after almost 10 years.
I managed to get the train to work this morning, and walked the last stretch to the office listening to the New Orleans influenced tracks from Steve Earle's last album. So I arrived at my desk with a cheery grin, and a determination to laissez les bon temps roulez - because that's the way I roll.
I wasn't really bored. Buying a PS3 was my own ironic take on my single status - I knew that I was going to be spending much more time sitting around playing with myself. Gran Tourismo is one of the games I was playing 15 or so years ago, and the new-ish version is still recognisable to me. I don't tend to play it systematically (the ostensible goal is to get lots of money and the flashest cars and win all of the races). Instead I buy cars I like the look of, piddle about in the easy races and hum along to the soundtrack.
I've decided that an hour or so of reading before sleep also has to make its way back into my routine, since I sleep better after a good read. The jury is out on whether I can read on the iPad before sleep, or if that counts as more screen time (which doesn't help me sleep).
My brain seems to be taking advantage of the extra sleep time to do some filing. I had a long and detailed dream about my ex-wife on Sunday night, and another about a more recent ex last night. Neither of them was particularly distressing, it was just strange to be on holiday with Susan after almost 10 years.
I managed to get the train to work this morning, and walked the last stretch to the office listening to the New Orleans influenced tracks from Steve Earle's last album. So I arrived at my desk with a cheery grin, and a determination to laissez les bon temps roulez - because that's the way I roll.
