To Sleep or Not To Sleep.
Nov. 11th, 2007 03:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sechan19Not to sleep.
It came up in conversation this weekend that while things like paying bills on time and going to work were the bummer aspects of being an adult, the right to eat whatever you want whenever you want is a pretty damn good trade off for those nuisances.
And let me tell you, artichoke tortellini with garlic marinara and fresh grated gouda at 3am is a seriously good thing. Especially when you're suffering from insomnia and are feeling particularly cranky as a result. Good gouda-ness in my belly makes me happy even when I can't sleep. My only complaint at present is that I've eaten it all, but I think I'll solve that problem by having more for breakfast in a few hours.
("What about breakfast?"
"You've already had it."
"We've had one, yes, but what about second breakfast?"
"..."
"I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.")
As if there wasn't anything else I could do that was more geeky than quoting the above film dialogue in my blog, I've decided to spend my reluctantly waking hours in study. First the completion of an article that pertains to a paper I'm working on and then the beginning of a large stack of readings for both Chinese art and Methodology.
I'd feel like a terrible egghead were it not for the fact that I spent Friday night and a good bit of Saturday hanging out with friends/peers: watching movies, engaging in conversation by turns amusing, stimulating, and startling, eating baklava and pizza (not at the same time, mind you... two suns hold not their sway in the same sky), and drinking beer. Given the recent decadence I suppose I deserve to sit up all night reading articles on theory and ancient history and reacclimating to Eastern Standard Time, again. (For some reason my body absolutely refuses to accept its new time zone. And somehow I don't think I'm going to win this battle.)
Anyway, onward.
It came up in conversation this weekend that while things like paying bills on time and going to work were the bummer aspects of being an adult, the right to eat whatever you want whenever you want is a pretty damn good trade off for those nuisances.
And let me tell you, artichoke tortellini with garlic marinara and fresh grated gouda at 3am is a seriously good thing. Especially when you're suffering from insomnia and are feeling particularly cranky as a result. Good gouda-ness in my belly makes me happy even when I can't sleep. My only complaint at present is that I've eaten it all, but I think I'll solve that problem by having more for breakfast in a few hours.
("What about breakfast?"
"You've already had it."
"We've had one, yes, but what about second breakfast?"
"..."
"I don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip.")
As if there wasn't anything else I could do that was more geeky than quoting the above film dialogue in my blog, I've decided to spend my reluctantly waking hours in study. First the completion of an article that pertains to a paper I'm working on and then the beginning of a large stack of readings for both Chinese art and Methodology.
I'd feel like a terrible egghead were it not for the fact that I spent Friday night and a good bit of Saturday hanging out with friends/peers: watching movies, engaging in conversation by turns amusing, stimulating, and startling, eating baklava and pizza (not at the same time, mind you... two suns hold not their sway in the same sky), and drinking beer. Given the recent decadence I suppose I deserve to sit up all night reading articles on theory and ancient history and reacclimating to Eastern Standard Time, again. (For some reason my body absolutely refuses to accept its new time zone. And somehow I don't think I'm going to win this battle.)
Anyway, onward.
