I get about 8 hours of sleep a night and make it a real priority because otherwise Life is Bad. I go to sleep at about 9:30 most nights. Poor Casper has lights out at 9pm (and we can't reasonably push it much earlier) and gets up at 6:15 because school starts at 7:30 and the poor child is exhausted all the time during the week. It can't be healthy. (I know, 9 hours sounds like a lot, but she is young and growing like crazy.)
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Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Getting enough sleep is serious business for me, with my epilepsy. After missing my meds, it's the main thing that can cause a seizure. So it's pretty much become my second job. My social life, and everything else, has to take a back seat. I go to bed ridiculously early now that I have to be at work at 6:45. The upside: I always get to have my own hotel room when I travel for work!
Some heart-warming pharmaceutical news: [link]
I wish I owned a bunch of shares of Turing Pharmaceuticals so I could jump on the sell-off bandwagon in reaction to that announcement.
I don't have to be at work till 9, a situation I've set up deliberately because I know my ability to get to bed early. Not having kids to worry about makes life must less complicated.
I like to say that I sleep like it's my job: 9-5. I mostly say this to myself, because it just doesn't come up in conversation that often, but it amuses me no end.
You all are giving me sleep envy.
I can't say a thing intelligible about sleep; I have no normal, it's all over the place.
Getting up at 6am (and occasionally earlier) pretty much has to be my new normal with the role I'm in. I can limp along with 6 hours of sleep, but things start getting catastrophic when I get less than that, which has been happening way too frequently.
Timelies all!
Tomorrow we head to OVFF! It's the little guy's first convention.
All summer I've been wearing skirts and cropped pants. One of the facilities ladies has seen me most mornings and commented that she liked my bright clothes. This morning I was wearing jeans, as it's getting cooler. She spotted me and chirped as she walked by, "Why, I didn't recognize you! You're wearing pants!" We were not alone in the office lobby, and I blinked and said, "Well, that sounded bizarre." She tracked me down a couple of minutes later, all flustered, and explained how she meant I'd been wearing skirts etc., which I understood. Still, enough people apparently know who I am around her, and I'd rather not have "I didn't recognize you, you're wearing pants" attached to my name.