My body is very sleep-confused. Part of the problem is that I (figuratively) wake up around 11 p.m., no matter how little sleep I've gotten the night before, no matter how many times I've promised myself that I WILL GO TO BED EARLY TONIGHT, no matter how mad at myself I am as I sleepily trudge toward the subway each morning.
Naps take too much time, they further delay nighttime sleep, and (for reasons I don't understand) they make me cranky, but sometimes my body doesn't give me much choice but to take one. Yesterday I fell asleep for two hours, and, as a result, I ended up staying up until 4 a.m., which then turned into 5 a.m. because I was lying in bed wide awake, plagued by an internet of thoughts. Tonight I accidentally slept for three-and-a-half hours, which means I am doomed. Right now it's 2:30 a.m., and I feel like I just drank a pot of coffee.
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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