Category Archives: Sleep
Staying up late playing Guild Wars 2 these past couple nights has really made me realize how different my sleep schedule is now compared to how it used to be. I’m no stranger to late night, even all night gaming sessions. On more than one occasion the cue for me and my friends to go to bed was the pre-dawn light filtering through the window blinds.
The past couple nights I’ve been up until about 2 am playing and by this time, I am just beat and have to drag myself to bed. Then this morning I found my self awake 5 short hours later at about 7:30 like it was time to get up. In my past going to bed at 3am was the norm. Especially when I was working the night shift in Junction City. I’d get home at about 10pm, stay up until 3 am. Then sleep until 10am or 11am. That was normal for me.
Now if it’s 11pm, not only is it past my bedtime, but I’m beat. Of course I’ve been waking up 6:30am and “easing” into the day.
But regardless of how this messes up my sleep for the week to come, it’s worth it. Guild Wars 2 is an awesome game so far. I’ve played a lot of it, but there’s still a lot that they haven’t unlocked yet. I’m excited to play even more tomorrow. So I’d better actually get to sleep for tonight. I’ll post some feedback once the beta weekend is over.
Ahh, so glad that it is finally Saturday. I still have a remote and some voice tracking to do yet today, but all in all, it’s gonna be a nice, slow day. Seriously nice, though they’re talking 70 for the high today. Which for mid November I will take it!
All this week I’ve been so far behind at work. I took Monday off to spend some extra time in SWK, and came back to work with a stack of stuff. And a deadline of Wednesday to get our auction page up on our new website. In the end, what happened, was I worked All day Tuesday until about 2AM Wednesday morning. I slept for a couple hours at my desk and got up at 5AM to do the morning show. That 3 hour nap though did wonders (even if it wasn’t the most comfortable) because I made it through a full day Wednesday and stayed up until about 5PM before konking out again.
So I don’t want to spend every week like this. But I look back and can at least say I got a lot accomplished. Next week will actually be pretty fun. My workload won’t be as strenious and our live radio auction will be Friday, which is always a good lot of fun.
For as much as I’ve gotten done at work, I feel like I haven’t got anything done at home. I come home and grab lil’ Luke and feel like I should really give Andrea something of a break, so I try to help there. Next thing you know, it’s 10:30 and my bed time.
I did fix the grill on Andrea’s Cutlass. When we headed out to Cimarron last weekend, the wind was blowing 40mph and a g.d. tumble weed blew straight into the front of the car. Busted the driver’s side grill. I super glued it back together we’ll see if it holds. JB Weld is the stuff to use, but I was out. Although the superglued hood ornament on my Toro is still holding together 5 years later. Hehe. Geeze, didn’t realize there was so much glue keeping our cars together!
Aye carrumba. I think that’s how you type it. It’s far too late to be up doing this. 1am in fact. Tomorrow I’ll be staring at the computer screen at work, eyes glazed over and thinking about how my eternal goal of setting up some kind of Utopian sleep schedule may never be attained. Though if it where attainable, it wouldn’t be Utopian then would it. Oh should I have such clarity of mind tomorrow at 3:17pm.
Today was Andrea and I’s 3rd wedding anniversary. It was astoundingly unremarkable. We had plans of going out to eat in Hays and making a deal of it. But after we got home following a few kinks in the plan… it just seemed so forced to me. Whether Andrea felt the same, I’m not sure. But we decided to postpone the festivities. We had a really awesome “breakfast for supper” and spent some time together just talking. The whole time I was thinking about how this wasn’t really an anniversary, it was just another day… but BEING on our anniversary I couldn’t help but think of how much I LOVED being with her… every day.
She drifted off to sleep early, busy growing a baby, you know. And I had some things to do. I was waiting on some video to encode for work and somehow stumbled upon this story. I had forgotten I’d even written it, and forgotten most of the things I had written about. As I read through what was an unusually coherent story for me, I really reflected on where I’ve been. Where I am now. And how much I have (and haven’t) grown up.
You know there aren’t any chapters in life. It’s all such a slow process that you don’t even notice the time that’s passed until you lift your head up from the page you happen to currently be writing and look at everything you’ve already “written”. And you have that “holy crabcakes” moment where you think “I’ve been so deeply consumed with what’s been right in front of me for so long I’ve lost track of all that I’ve done“. It was amazing to read that old story and think that that really was me. And to recall those decisions I made at that time having no f’ng clue what all would happen in the next seven years.
The sobering thought for me is that I had a plan then. Probably a plan with even greater clairvoyance than the plan I have now for life. Remarkably much of what was planted back then has blossomed now and continues to grow. Andrea and I are married 3 years, and Luke could conceivably be here any day now. I’m still in radio after quite a bit of adversity and some really scary job moves. If you asked me if I am where I thought I would be by now… I probably couldn’t give you a straight answer. I’m somewhat where I expected to be, but got here ENTIRELY unlike anything I ever dreamed of. Certainly a path I couldn’t have planned for, yet somehow walking distance from the original course.
As I read that it brought back a lot of personal thoughts about myself of the sort you never really share with people. Not the dark or embarrassing kind. The kind you don’t share because when people ask “How you been” they’d really rather not know anyway. “Doing well” is efficient and expected in these encounters. Had they or I been up for it, I could have opened with the oft overused, “I HAVE been pretty shitty and confused, but right now I feel quite effervescent so please don’t feel awkward. I can only hope you are better than you have been as well!”
I feel like I’ve grown… A LOT in seven years. More mature, confident and determined than the clueless kid with a positive attitude I was back then. But you ask me where I’ll be seven years from NOW, and I feel just as apprehensive, courageous and positive as I did back then. I’m still intimidated about how I’m going to provide a living, now not just for myself, but my family. How to grow in my career as to be a more valuable team member, and how to expand my skills should god forbid something unforeseen head my way. If history is any indication you can be assured it will. As intimidating as it all is, knowing what challenges have already come and gone, and how even the monstrously tough decisions did little in the way of straying us from our original path, it’s hard to be scared.
Last night was nice. It was the first night this week it seems that there wasn’t a ton of things going on. No ballgames to run, no computers to work on, no shopping or bowling or anything like that. Just a good evening to lay low and relax.
Andrea and I hung out and messed around on the computer for a while, then watched some TV. Ended up playing Crusin’ USA for a while and went coast to coast in just over 20 minutes. By about 8:30, Andrea is beat and turning in, and I decide I’ll go lay in bed with her and read some of the new Guild Wars book. I knock out a couple chapters and I’m asleep by 9:00 myself.
Now I usually wake up several times during the night, so that’s no surprise. But I was laying in bed about 2:30 this morning and just dying of thirst. Infact I remember dreaming that I was driving some company van from Dodge City to Cimarron and thinking to myself “I hope I get there soon because I’m dang thirsty!”
So I lay there for a short while until I decide to go ahead and get up and get a glass of milk. Polish that off and go lay back down and sink into bed. I get nice, cozy and comfortable, but now for whatever reason my mind is completely awake. I mean full alert WIDE AWAKE. But knowing it’s 2:30 I try to convince myself that sleep is a good thing. I lay tossing and turning for an hour and a half, maybe drifting off once or twice. But come 4:15 I just said screw it and here I am. Up and at it.
I’m probably going to pay for this this afternoon and it’s going to throw off my sleep schedule all weekend. Oh well. At least I got a blog post out of it!
You know, for as long as I’ve been a night owl, I’m surly starting to appreciate the mornings. Here it is, Sunday 6AM and I actually set my alarm to get up this early. I let the dog out and sat on the back steps for a while, just enjoying what is bound to be the coolest air we’ll see today, and just listened to the birds and the crickets. Here on the main drag in Great Bend it just doesn’t get this quiet that often.
I noticed that all those things I swore would never happen to me as I got older just kinda happen. When I was a kid there’s no way I would have gotten up this early on purpose unless I had a very specific and necessary reason to do so. Nor would I look at the clock and think of 9:00 as “getting late”.
But we still have some youthful fun. Andrea hauled her desktop computer out to the living room yesterday and hooked it up to the HDTV to enjoy her new video card. We had to run network cords, power cords, audio/video cords all over the house to make it happen. It reminded me of the old LAN parties we used to have. Things like that I think you shouldn’t have to outgrow.
Okay, maybe I really am getting old. But I don’t ever remember having this much difficulty adjusting to the time change. First it’s been difficult to get myself to go to bed and fall asleep on my old schedule. I find myself returning to my old ways of looking up at the clock and thinking “I really need to get to sleep” even though I’m not the least bit tired. Heck even contemplated an all-nighter the other night just because it was midnite and I wasn’t tired. Haven’t thought about those since I was working nights at KJCK!
Then when I do get to sleep, by golly it’s everything to drag my butt out of bed in the morning. Woke up at 7:42 am today to take a shower and be to work by 8:00. I didn’t quite make it… but I was close enough. Hehe.
It’s just gonna be one of those things I have to force myself to do I think. Make sure the coffee is ready to go to tempt me beyond the bedroom and maybe have Andrea hide my alarm clock so I have to search for it to turn it off in the morning! One way or another, I’m going to be up in time to have me a bacon sandwich for breakfast tomorrow!
Well I was feelin’ it today and decided to knock out a Podcast. Not saying it’s interesting, but as usual bring me your tired, your creepy and your bored. They shall be served.
Man, I had a dream last night that had it all. It’s by far the oddest and most random dream I’ve had in years. I have to write it down while it’s still vivid.
Started off from what I remember, smoking a cigar with Biebs on the front porch. I’ve never even smoked a cigar, so I guess it’s what I imagine smoking a cigar would be like. Later I found out the front porch belonged to my Aunt and Uncle and Andrea and I were living there. Only found that out because Andrea was paying the bills online and said to my uncle, “All these bills have your name on them.”
To which he said, “I know, because it’s my house.”
THEN, I shit you not, Barack Obama shows up with a whole bunch of “feds”. Or at least some guys in suits. He says we have to get rid of anything that isn’t “efficient”. Next thing I know a bunch of guys are loading up all my stuff and taking it out of the house. TV, computer, even pictures and some of my old favorite shirts. I remember screaming, “WHY DO YOU NEED MY SHIRTS!?” And one of the guys said, they’re too old, these MUST be recycled. They all piled into an old Beaver Express box truck and drove off.
My aunt and uncle thought it was great and I was so fed up that Andrea and I left and went to a hotel. Only instead of ending up at the hotel we ended up at the State Capitol building and ended up following a school field trip around. We wanted to go clear to the top, but it was blocked off, so we figured if we formed a big enough group and all went up at the same time, then there was no way they could stop us! haha!
I don’t remember ever making it to the top…
Next thing I remember it was morning at the hotel and we were at the buffet. Only it was more like a cafeteria with long galley style tables. I went to go get some food but the whole buffet was empty, just a few empty buckets of what looked like used to be tapioca pudding. Right as I was starting to go find Andrea and just skip the meal, the hotel workers brought out three GIANT boxes of cereal and filled the whole buffet line with them. “That works.” I thought and grabbed a bowl and scooped some cereal in.
I headed back to one of the long tables and right before I sat down Barack Obama was BACK, and he was walking my mother over to seat her next to me. He said to me, “I know you have your feelings, but if you ever decide to, you can come sit with us.” So mom and I sat down where we were and ate our cereal and Obama left. Then as we were leaving the cafeteria I noticed Obama and those “feds” from earlier sitting a few tables down all eating cereal together.
And that’s about it. That’s the nuttiest dream I’ve had in a LONG time.
I don’t know about you, but I for one am NOT a morning person. It seems like no matter how much sleep I get 4, 6, 8 hours, it doesn’t matter. Come time to get up I just don’t want to roll out of bed. Every bone in my body beckons me to just lay back down, close my eyes and return to the peaceful slumber I had been enjoying just moments earlier.
Part of my problem is that I don’t sleep well as it is. It’s a rare occasion (and a glorious one) when I fall asleep and stay asleep until the morning. And without a doubt some of the worst sleep of the whole night is the last 30 minutes to an hour in which I’m hitting the Snooze button. I know it sounds ridiculous, but there’s more mornings than I care to admit that I’m just so tired right when I wake up, that I literally hit Snooze for an hour.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized that that last “hour” of sleep wasn’t doing me any good. And I got to wondering, what the point of the snooze button really is in the first place. You aren’t going to get any meaningful sleep in the 9 minutes between snoozes. So starting last night I made the decision to quit cold turkey. I don’t want to mess with Andrea’s sleep schedule, so used my cell phone as an alarm, and at 6 AM it went off. I trudged out of bed and over to the nightstand and grabbed the phone to silence it. I was groggy as usual, but the slight change in routine was enough to stay focused and head out to the kitchen, rather than just flop back into bed. And just as I suspected once I was up and at it, it didn’t take any longer to “wake up” and get the ol’ cognitive functions going than it did when I was “sleeping” an hour later.
The best part is I get to ease into the day again. I actually ate breakfast this morning. Sat down at the computer and enjoyed a cup of coffee while browsing my usual sites. And even wrote a blog post! Ahh! I think I can get used to this morning person thing! Just gotta stay focused!