I will be going to bed shortly.  As soon as I finish this blog shortly.  I’m not entirely sure I can sleep, but it’s important to at least try.  If it fails I’ll probably find another song or two, because that’s what I do.  Like that tasty little VNV Nation, that was a hot slab of awesome right?  Right.

By and large I do not suffer from insomnia.  I designed my life around it.  Long periods of time where you can’t sleep and you’re too bored to just lay there for six hours?  Video games, movies, music, writing…who needs sleep?  As a voicemail a friend and I left to another of our friend back in high school insists, “sleep deprivation is FuN fUn FuN!”

I like staying up 36 hours at a time.  I like staying up longer than that, but somewhere in the 36-48 hour mark it gets incredibly tough to keep awake without something incredibly engaging.  If my calculations are correct, I have been up for roughly 36 hours.  I got about an hour and a half of sleep in the early morning yesterday.

Yesterday was Ragemonster day.  There were several factors behind it that I won’t go into, but work ended early for me because of my general level of sleep deprivation.  Fridays are A-game days.  And with the holidays coming we’re starting to slow down in terms of business, so there are fewer people working and there is an extent to which I carry the kitchen.  It in no way negatively reflects on the other people I work with as an inherit value, but because of my particular skill-set I can work around everyone else and it just flows.

I do NOT like work on sleep deprivation.  I would hate it slightly less if it weren’t an open kitchen, but it’s really tough to do what you need to do when you’re already half-spaced out from tired and absolutely not spaced out from anything else.  Coping mechanisms….there’ll be a post about that later.

But as I got home, there arose a chain of serendipitous, time-sensitive events which lead to me actually socializing with a guy from work and a couple of the favorite bar ladies and their adorably festive-sweater-wearing tiny dogs, the last of which seemed to be quite fond of me, which may or may not be unusual.  

There was not, however, a festive hat atop my head at ANY POINT in the morning.  That would be silly and undignified. 

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All my life I was told that I could be anything I wanted. I chose to be gracious for my blessings, generous with my fortunes, and in no particular hurry. I view my ADD as an alternative cognitive configuration rather than a disorder, and I never. shut. the fuck. up. I promise.
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