Smart things = thoughts.
As I write this, it’s the wee hours of the morning on Thursday. I should have been in bed hours ago; not just a few hours ago; many hours ago.
The past two nights (mornings?), I’ve been staying up far later than my system is comfortable with so I can play the crap out of Destiny 2’s Forsaken expansion.
I’m old. I’m too old for this. I do know better. I know staying up all night is awful for my system. I know I will sleep the day away and feel like garbage when I wake up.
Which is exactly what I did last night, too.
When I finally fell asleep, it was around 4am. Oops. Our living room doesn’t have windows, so when I fall asleep on the couch, unless I look over the back of it, I have no idea what time it is (thank goodness for clocks). When I woke up yesterday, I knew it was late. My teeth felt like socks and I was groggy as heck. I actually thought to myself: please don’t be later than noon.
Joke was on me; the clock said it was 2pm.
Usually Wednesdays are my days to get things done. Wednesdays are busy and productive and a good thing.
Yesterday was a whole lot of unproductive. I felt a little bad about that.
Apparently not bad enough to avoid doing it again!
Of course, when I fall asleep shortly, then wake up later this afternoon, I may have learned my lesson.
Or I may turn around and do it again, unintentionally.
If I wasn’t literally nodding off as I write this, I’d try to come up with something better for today’s piece. Alas, this is the truth of my life, and the truth is that my brain is empty of potentially interesting thoughts to offer up for your enjoyment. I mean, who’s to say I ever have anything interesting to say? I wonder about that a lot, honestly.
Before this gets into existential crisis territory, I’m going to excuse myself to try to fall asleep as early as possible. Which is laughable, but I have to try.
Do you ever stay up all night? Does it affect you? Or can you pull it off no problem?
I’m getting too old for this sh*t.