Some days I wish I was a hedgehog. Or a squirrel – with a nice bushy tail to wrap around myself while I curled up to sleep for the winter. I would sleep and sleep and sleep, only popping out occasionally for a bite to eat. Sounds wonderful!
Hibernation sounds like heaven right now. I am sooo tired. And the tiredness seems to be there, no matter how much sleep I get. Not that I’ve ben getting much sleep (usually six hours a night, seven if I’m lucky), but that’s normal. And usually I’m not this tired. I blame the weather! It’s dark when I get up (and when I leave the house) and dark again by home time. Currentlyit’s at least light when I get off my train in the morning, so I at least get to travel the last few metres to work in the light, but soon it will be dark then too. And it’s cold. So, so cold. Despite the fact that it isn’t officially winter until 22 December(!!) according to my calendar. Remind me why humans don’t hibernate…
I’m in serious need of sleep people, despite the fact that I managed to get six whole hours of it last night. I actually scared myself this afternoon when I want to the toilet, glanced in the mirror while washing my hands and saw that my eyes were completely bloodshot. Not a good look. Today was okay though, apart from that. I was only worried about doing stuff wrong for half of the day. Still seemed to be on a go slow though – it took me ages to finish my proofread then in the last hour and a half of work I only managed to translate about 300 words. Booo. I blame the tiredness… and I’m blaming that on the weather. It’s still bloody cold, although in a way we are lucky. Apparantly in some parts of Germany temperatures have been down to -26! Waah! So glad we live in the warm bit! But mostly what it is is bloody dark. How can anyone not be sleepy when all your senses (well at least the eyes) are telling you it’s the middle of the night? Dark=night, right?
Well, the boyfriend is coming round soon. I’m slightly surprised by this – he told me he wouldn’t be over again until the weekend – but I won’t complain. He will though when he has to get up at 6:30 tomorrow for me to go to work. He was meant to go back on Wednesday as well but took this week off to work on his PhD, and even when he is at work he never has to go in as early as me (he tends to work much later though so it all balances out I suppose).
I actually have no idea where I’m going with this post so I think I’ll leave it and go write random wall posts to people on Facebook or something.
I hope you all had more productive days than I did!
I left work at 25 past 5 today. My tram leaves at 22 minutes past. So I had resigned myself to waiting 20 minutes in the dark for the next one. But then I saw it… a tram. Apparantly mine was 3 minutes late. So I started to run… up the little hill, round the fence, onto the path that leads towards the stop… and then it left. I almost cried. Then I stood around in the cold and the dark waiting for the next tram. That’s 20 minutes of my life that I’ll never get back. I couldn’t even read my book – cos y’know, it was dark. Yes, I realise I mentioned that already. It’s important, ok. *Sigh* At least nobody can say I was sitting around all afternoon waiting for it to be home time.
I have to go and make some food now. Tea for me, myself and I. The boyfriend is not coming over tonight.
Do you know what the worst thing is about having to cook alone? Nobody to help with the dishes…
I actually managed to get myself out of bed at a reasonable time this morning. Reasonable in the sense of it gave me enough time to have a shower and get ready I mean. In the sociable hour of the morning time sense it was not a reasonable time.
It’s not that I’m not a morning person. Actually I quite like mornings. But 6:30am isn’t morning. Any time that begins with a 6 is still the middle of the night. Yes, I am aware that there are people who get up even earlier than that and do so every single morning without complaint. Much respect to them. I couldn’t do it. On the few occasions that I’ve had to get up at rediculous hours of the morning to catch flights and stuff I have managed it. It wasn’t nice though. For me the day doesn’t start til at least 7:00, preferably 7:30. Before that it isn’t morning yet. And it this time of year it’s particularly bad. At 6:30am it’s still dark. And darkness means night-time, right?
So yeah, I’m still tired. Probably doesn’t help that I couldn’t sleep for ages last night. I tossed, I turned, I counted sheep. Nothing helped. Do you realise if I wanted to get 8 hours sleep, the amount that we supposedly need, I would have to fall asleep at 10:30pm every night. And that’s just the time I would need to be asleep. Obviously I’d have to be in bed before that to give me time to fall asleep. I don’t even get home from work til around 6pm, and that’s on the days where I don’t have to go food shopping on the way home. If I tried to get the recommended 8 hours of sleep per night I would get even less done than I do now! Stupid scientists, don’t bother to think about the fact that people actually have lives and responsibilities. Who out there actually has 8 spare hours in their lives that they could use for sleep.
So another blog about sleep, or rather the lack of it.
I’m starting to feel like a stuck record…