Everyman…when is a screwup not a screwup? When IS it a screwup??

Okay.   I was upset last night because, in spite of a pretty much flawless polyphasic day, I then couldn’t sleep at 7 or 8 or 9 p.m., but I stayed in bed that last time and fell asleep finally at 9:30, and slept until 12:30.  I said that I would have to fight to stay awake the rest of the night, and that I was doomed to readjustment and all that.

Apparently, I was completely wrong.

I stayed up all night without hardly a yawn.  And I wasn’t doing anything special — surfing and doing homework, mostly, and I watched half a movie.  (The DaVinci Code, which I thought might make a good movie, having been such a staggeringly mediocre book…but no, it was a staggeringly mediocre movie too (at least in the first half).  Oh well.)

Anyway, nary a yawn.  Twenty minute nap at 4:00 a.m.; no problem.  I did snatch my five-minute “timeout” at six, but didn’t overdo it, and wasn’t tired on the drive in, either.  It’s almost 8 a.m. and I feel fine.

Well I’ll be darned.   I mean, I knew I’d “pulled off” accidentally taking the core nap early before, but I guess I never realized that I might be able to just do that if I felt like it, and not suffer for it.

Color me polychromatically shocked.

-PD