I remember well the weird period of my life where I worked 12-hour overnights and would stay up for days at a time with the help of Adderall.
Sometimes I smell certain handsoaps in public washrooms and I get flashbacks to those long, strange, strung-out nights.
Why do the rich people get to enjoy life and we just work to get an hour here and there.
Ah. Count me in. Gee… I was at work from 7:30AM to 7:30PM today, with an 1h commute. Tomorrow, I’ll regret it, but I’ll play Rimworld tonight.
just woke up from a nap right now because I did this
troof
This hits close
And today it happened. I was planning to go with 2 hours of sleep, but i shouldn’t have tried to sleep for those 2 hours. I woke up at 11:00 am, while i should have been at work at 8:30 am.
I prefer “revenge procrastination bedtime”. I need to get back at that shitty day I just had.
Your daytime self gets revenge on you by having an even shittier day!
Worth it!
Story of my life…
Literally me this morning. And pretty much every morning. I always regret staying up so late. And I tell myself every morning that today I will go to bed early. It’s no use… I belong to the night. Where my night people at?!!
It’s been a struggle all of my life to live on a diurnal schedule, we are the cave guardians
I love how I feel so tired during the day. I drag my feet around trying to stay busy so I don’t fall asleep. But usually somewhere around 8-9 pm I feel energized and that’s when I decide I want to get shit done. And ready to repeat the cycle of endless tiredness.
Life goes by so fast
You only want to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and it’s past…I didn’t have no interest in sports or school elections
And in class I dreamed all day 'bout a rock and roll weekend, whoa
The Chinese claim they invited Revenge bedtime procrastination in 2014. Based on my entire life, I have determined that is a lie. But a 72 hour work week sounds pretty brutal.
Anyone here see The Substance? “That bitch is stealing time from me!!!”
Then there’s the self-employed equivalent of that: savage some sense of freedom by sleeping up to 11:00, lunch, then spend up to 02:00 of the next day working nonstop because you got work piling up.
Okay yeah this is me too. Ideally I’d start working early, get to shut off at some reasonable time but…
Nope, apparently my “Let’s actually do this” brain might kick in around 14:00.
And I wonder why I don’t get to have fun anymore. =
I’m considering just stacking boxes somewhere, if it wasn’t for commuting. I long for independence but can’t seem to manage my own time.
It’s not about the sense of freedom, it’s about my severe case of “just one more chapter” addiction.
