Dork Reports

I probably got about seven hours of sleep last night, possibly more. I couldn’t sleep so I turned on a podcast and have no idea when that put me out. The point is, I woke up around 10 something, which is when I’ll normally wake up if not interrupted, regardless of when I fall asleep. Ten-ish has been my waking point for years. If only I could figure out a good sleeping point, because when I’m forced to wake up before ten, it’s so much harder and more painful.

I woke up, prepared for a call that never happened, and set about my usual day or searching and applying. Ate lunch, continued the process, dicked around on the Internet here and there, but for the most part, concentrated on the task at hand. So essentially, I had a normal work day, except for way less chatting because for the most part, I’ve turned off chatting so I could focus.

Then I went rock climbing for a couple of hours though not as intensely because I was all weak from the weekend. Got home, did my eight minutes, then sat back down and started searching again until midnight when I turned off the computer because I’d been on it all day.

Problem is, I wasn’t tired. Two and a half hours later, I’m still not. I’ve tried to sleep, but I can’t. I know the pattern will repeat itself and then later, I’ll be awake at ten. I get frustrated by my inability to sleep which prevents it even more. Usually I struggle for an hour or so before I resign myself to trying the podcast method. Sometimes that works. Other times I have no choice but to distract myself.

Write a blog! Get those thoughts out! Stop driving yourself crazy with the memories, the future, the present, the downright outlandish. But the minute I publish this, I’m back to square one, already thinking about how I can feel the pain from grinding my teeth.

Well, at least I know this for sure, work didn’t make me tired, it kept me up. A lack of it keeps me up too. And exercising doesn’t make me tired, even when done earlier in the day. Even the combination of “work” and exercise fails. Or rather, eventually I guess I do start to feel tired. But that’s moot because my mind won’t let me fucking sleep. So, publish, and get ready for some more lying in bed wide awake until suddenly I’m not. And then it’ll be ten and I’ll be like, “Fuck that, I’m sleeping in!”

Update: I fell asleep at 3 something and woke up around 8:45am. YAY!