Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been around all that much this week. I have been posting pretty regular, but I haven't been up as late as usual, which means I've missed timely comments on many of your blogs. It's also meant that I haven't been around to chat on my various I.M. programs.
The main reason is a serious case of lazy assedness. Of phelgmatica majora. Of addiction to sleeping. I've been in something of hibernation mode.
Perhaps it's a result of getting the two teeth ripped from jaw; my body's way of healing to demand more sleep.
Most afternoons, after coming home from work, I usually end up dozing for an hour or three ... or more ... and yet, I've still been getting extremely tired around midnight to 12:30 a.m. ... which is SERIOUSLY early for me. When I go to bed "early," that usually means 1:30 a.m. My usual bed time is 2:30 to 3 a.m.
And it's not as if I've been waking up extra early to compensate. Wait. That's not true. I HAVE been waking up early. I just haven't STAYED up once I've woken early. Instead, I've retreated under the covers for another two to three or even four hours sleep ... depending on how early it was that I woke up.
Today (Saturday for me) was a perfect example.
I went to sleep around 12:30 a.m. Tired. Dead tired. Passed out soon after.
Woke up around 7 a.m. Got out of bed to pee and stayed up a little because my favorite person in the world was online — home for her lunchtime — and I hadn't "seen" or talked with her all week, because our schedules are such that the only time we usually can spend together is my late night — and I've been sleeping. Sometimes I'm able to come home for lunch and we can meet up then, maybe even play a little Diablo II, but it's been nuts at work lately — meetings galore, and almost always at lunchtime, so I haven't been able to do that much.
So we talk for a bit and she heads back to work ... and I go back to bed. For about another four hours.
I wake up, do some work at the computer, then head out for a quick lunch, and then my office time — which would have been shorter if I'd have stayed up longer last night doing editing. I get home around 6 p.m. I get into bed before 7 p.m., to ostensibly watch TV, and end up passing out until about 10:30 p.m.
Yikes. Yowza. Gadzoinks. How lazy is that?
Well ... perhaps as the healing process finishes — I only have nagging dull aches and irritation, which seem to be easing and abating daily — I'll soon to be back to my late-night normality.
Random Guam Fact Of The Day:
• The Chamorro word for "lazy person" is "balibagu." As in, "Laña! Duane is fucking gof balibagu!"