Suffering For Coolness

So, vacation came and raped my schedule.  And was, I should add, totally worth it.  I got to hang out with some friends I don’t see nearly often enough, and make some new ones besides that are well nigh blindingly cool.  (Seriously.  I don’t mean to brag, because lord knows I don’t know why I run into and end up knowing these jaw-droppingly cool people, but wow.  Just…wow.) 

As with many good vacations, bad habits were formed:  I got used to stellar food, professionally-mixed drinks in the evenings, and smoke-breaks (I quit years ago, but I bring fake ("herbal") cigarettes with me when I visit smokers, to stave off temptation — they’ve no nicotene, but I always get used to taking breaks to smoke them anyway) ~ but, again, completely worth it.

Funny thing is, usually on vacations I sleep a boatload at least once; this time I didn’t.  I was only there a few days and a lot was going on (plus I had asinine amounts of homework to keep up on), so I slept 3, 4.5 and 6 hours at night, taking whatever naps I could during the day .  Which wasn’t many — two max, I think.  And on Flight Out Day, I didn’t get any naps.

And Lo, I Was Wasted.

I got home yesterday and went to bed early — 10 p.m., hoping for 6 hours to cover me until 4 a.m. and leave me somewhat not-zombied at work — but it was not to be.  I got woken up twice, effectively nuking any positive effects of the sleep I did get, and wow, was I a zombie today.  A cranky, pissy, nasty zombie with a half-inch of rotting fuse left.  …Good things can actually come from that, though, in an office.  I don’t think Dumb As Rocks Secretary will be screwing up my phone messages anymore.  ;)

BUT, I have progressively felt better after every nap today.  This is interesting, because I’ve never fallen that far off-schedule and tried to recover with just (on-schedule) naps, without the benefit of a longer sleep to stave off the zombiness.  It’s good to know it works, even if it isn’t much fun.

…And now I’m realizing that the cool-as-shit guy I met who knows how to mix drinks really was being awesome and mixing them extra-light for me, because, lacking any cool bartender-types here, I’ve gone and substituted the drink I’d gotten used to with a full glass of wine, and now I can’t feel my nose.  *sigh*

(Fun fact about me:  I can type a near-flawless 100 WPM no matter how drunk I am.  It’s a stupid superpower, but hey, take what you got, right?)

But I should note, before I stagger off to watch movies and play with my new chainmail supplies (yes, one of my ridiculously cool friends makes chainmail, and is really good at it and is now teaching me), that this vacation was also a gathering of people involved in the Haven project, and wow, we got a lot done, all being in one room like that.  I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, considering how insanely perfect our backgrounds and interests are for a project like this, and the fact that I’m probably the dumbest person in that group by 20 IQ points.  But it was amazing, and I really think we’ve got a fantastic idea going here, and now I can’t wait to get more done on it and I’m really wishing I didn’t have all this schoolwork taking up my time…argh!  Somebody talk me out of Uberman!

Oyasuminasai!

pd