Friday, March 31, 2006

it's a friday night, and i'm a little bit drunk.

We had a mass exodus from work today - four people leaving! It's a bit depressing that we can recognise all the 'Farewell & Goodluck' cards that have been passed around for signing and collections.

I drank a lot of wine today. Left the after work drinks at about 9 with some of the work peeps for singstar at my place (tragically, I forgot I'd left all the microphones somewhere else while I was on hols). However, we had a nice civilised conversation anyway and everyone left by 11pm.

It's ironic that I'm going to bed earlier on friday night than any other night this week.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

need... sleep...

Ever since Japan, I've been sleeping an average of 6 hours a night. It's getting to the point where I NEED my cup of tea in the morning, and sometimes even indulge in more tea and a sugary snack midway through the afternoon, and a walk, to stay awake. The last time I felt this perpetually tired was high school - and nobody was paying me to be awake for 8 hours back then.

I find it ironic that the earlier I set my alarm (in a bid to get to work on time), the later I actually arrive at work. I'm depriving myself of up to an hour's quality sleep time while I listen to the radio and try and mentally beat myself out of bed every morning. The longer the cycle continues, the more alarm/sleep time I have to endure, and the less actual sleep I'm getting. (and let's not forget I'm still getting to work late). I envy people who can get up at 6am, go for a run, and be bright and cheery at work by 8. I'm just Not A Morning Person...

The trouble starts when people at work start making comments.

THEM: Wow, you look tired - big weekend?

ME: No. I was on messenger until 1:30am. I should probably stop doing that.

The thing is, if it's 11:30 and weeknight, I really should just stop what I'm doing and go to bed, but I don't. I just spend time trying to convince myself that it's okay if I'm writing email at 1 in the morning, or watching just one more episode of Veronica Mars, or reading another fifty pages of the new book I started.

There has to be a medical name for this disease. I really need a cure.