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Odd weekend.

coffee and a book
Waking up at noon, I find, completely screws my plans for the day. It does this even if I don't actually have any plans for the day, which seems sort of unfair. Crushed plans I could articulate my complaints about, you see. Crushed vague-aspirations-to-productivity are like an itch in the middle of your back that you can't reach to scratch. A bloody bruising blistered itch.

That said, I actually got some things done (some cleaning, escaped the house by daylight[1], picked up small!groceries, somehow managed to beat the erratic eating which goes with an erratic wake time), and am very glad I live in a household with individuals who are inclined to be forgiving of my flail.
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[1] A day on which I do not do this always feels disorientingly weird.

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ashbet
Sep. 24th, 2013 01:41 am (UTC)
I hear you on this, I really do. Somehow, it makes me feel bad about myself even though it's really good for me to sleep until I wake up naturally, in terms of my pain levels. And I've always been a night person. But missing half the day, when already disabled and struggling with productivity issues in general (and self-esteem and depression issues wrapped up in that), definitely doesn't feel good.

There needs to be a balance -- I can sleep until 10 and still feel pretty good, but it's important that I wake up on my own (waking up to an alarm goes poorly for me -- I startle REALLY badly.)

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