For those of my non-existent readers that pinned the title of this post as an homage to Monty Python’s Holy Grail, sorry to disappoint, but it’s just the result of random neurons firing in a sleep deprived brain. Ironically, so was that sentence. And that one. The odds of this all making some sense are getting pretty long at this point. It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times.
Well, here we are, day 9 in all its wonder. I’m still having trouble adjusting. The past two days, I’ve woken up at 3am feeling delirious. Yesterday, I had to shower, rub my eyes with ice cubes, do somewhere between 50 and 75 pushups, play intense first-person shooters, bust out a few dance moves and jumping jacks, and take a walk to the end of the block and back–all before 6:00am–just to stay moderately awake!! It was miserable. However, my first nap (6:30 to 6:50am) has been glorious this whole week. I sleep on this little love seat at work with my legs hanging over the edge–I’m 6’2″ and the couch is probably 4′–and have been 1.) dreaming and 2.) waking up with a clear head and most of my fine motor skill intact.
So, my naps have been the silver lining this week as far as the mechanics of sleep go. I love having a lot of extra time, and if these mild sleep deprivation symptoms (malaise, drowsiness, decreased motor function and loss of ability to function in society) never go away, I’m still a polyphasic convert. In the last 7 days, I’ve made homemade bread, pasta and scones, kept my kitchen impeccably clean, showered consistently (something that is pretty easy to forget when you go to work in a coffee shop at 6am) and had a feeling of profound control over my life: work doesn’t dictate that I wake up early, I do.
Well, I’m off. I have a nap scheduled in 3 hours and things to get done in the meantime.