My father has a lot to answer for

[mrsbrown]

It's Friday night (actually sat morning, but I haven't been to sleep yet) and I'm doing my normal, "I'm tired so I'll go to bed, but it's Friday night so I'll stay up 'cos that's what I should do on a Friday night."

It's my Dad's fault. As a teenager, I would hang around after ALP meetings, listening to the adults talking politics (Federal, State, Local and Personal) and blinking furiously because I've always been crap at late nights. Then, at about midnight, Dad would say, "go to bed mrsbrown" (except my real name, 'cos the internet hadn't started yet so I didn't know I needed a blogonym) and I'd stay up for another hour to spite him. I never did that to my children, so they tend to go to bed when they're tired, or as part of a plan to do stuff in the morning. Sensible people.

Anyway, staying up late nowadays is all about rebelling against my boring life, where I don't have anything better to do on a Friday night than obsessively update my friends page and write crap for you to read when you get up (because I'm sure you're all more sensible than me, even if you do live boring lives)

Maybe tomorrow I'll tell you about my surreal week at work.

Comments

[splodgenoodles.livejournal.com]

Yeah I do that too.

10B has oft commented on my inability to go to bed before 11, no matter how buggered I feel, because going to bed early is OMG SO LAME!!11!

I mean, I might be a fucking recluse, but at least I'm an exciting, up-all-night one.

Woo!

[montjoye.livejournal.com]

well I am boring but sensible so I went to bed with a book just after 9 last night. Then got a phone call from giddyaunt which lasted over an hour until someone from work rang. That issue got me out of bed for another hour. Eventually I laid down again after midnight feeling sick-guilty about the thing going down- not my fault but doesn't stop me feeling ill.

[omnot.livejournal.com]

At about 11:30 I figured out that the error I'd had with my ubuntu installation was inherent in the OS rather than something I'd done by buggering around at the command line (which means that actually breaking my computer to get rid of that issue had been unnecessary) and went to bed. At midnight, my youngest needed attention. And again at 3:30am. And at 4:30 am. I don't know whether I will get to the soiree this evening or not. :-(

I think my sleep-boot-camp happened when caring for small children and a semi-invalid husband a few years ago. I learned that, coolness or lameness be damned, sleep is something you get while you can, because you may not get more for *days*. And there might be hours and hours of continuous driving and reciting of detailed medical histories required at any time, so keeping the sleep debt down was approaching a matter of life and death.

I still have difficulty sleeping in daylight hours, though, dammit. :-(