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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Some photos from my wedding were recently featured on Brooklyn Bride, here and here. (There's also a pretty thorough write-up of the wedding details.) — 02.25.09 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 [my husband] 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 |
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