Wednesday, 3 February 2010 10:47 am
(no subject)
Sheesh. Yesterday I was planning on an aerobic workout. Instead, I played a video game until 2:30 a.m., knowing quite well that I couldn't sleep in this morning.
It's not that I lost track of the time; I looked at the clock every few minutes. Nor was it a matter of not being tired; I was actually dizzy when I got into bed. I'm not even sure that it was an attack of my on-again, off-again addiction. Part of me wanted to get dangerously tired.
On the surface, that's ridiculous. Exhaustion without exercise is no fun, right? Tired people are often hard to distinguish from depressed people.
But tell that to my immature side. The Deckard who wants to rebel against standard bedtimes. The Deckard who wants to be reminded the hard way why we shouldn't do certain things. The Deckard who wants to recapture childhood, or at least the college years, with a juvenile indiscretion that may not be attainable in later years.
If there's no "Downscale" update on Friday, or if the update is lamer and/or sloppier than usual, you may guess why.
It's not that I lost track of the time; I looked at the clock every few minutes. Nor was it a matter of not being tired; I was actually dizzy when I got into bed. I'm not even sure that it was an attack of my on-again, off-again addiction. Part of me wanted to get dangerously tired.
On the surface, that's ridiculous. Exhaustion without exercise is no fun, right? Tired people are often hard to distinguish from depressed people.
But tell that to my immature side. The Deckard who wants to rebel against standard bedtimes. The Deckard who wants to be reminded the hard way why we shouldn't do certain things. The Deckard who wants to recapture childhood, or at least the college years, with a juvenile indiscretion that may not be attainable in later years.
If there's no "Downscale" update on Friday, or if the update is lamer and/or sloppier than usual, you may guess why.