a. Go to bed whenever I want to. You know, 1 a.m. or whatnot.REPEAT.
b. Get up when I wake up. Like, you know, 8 a.m. Or 8:30. Or let's splurge on 9 a.m., shall we?
c. Do this and that until 11. Try to speak to no one.
d. Get to work in my super productive style.
e. At an appropriate juncture--after lunch? sure!--take a little nap. Just 30 minutes. Okay, 45 minutes. I've earned it.
f. Work some more. Then:
The working world was not made for people like me. Last night the historian pointed out that science has proven, via its science-y ways, that exercising in the morning before you've eaten is actually better than all the other timetables for exercising, like when people who follow the schedule above exercise, which is on their way home from work.
Well no thank you, science, for this awful insight into how even biology is apparently in on the conspiracy against me and my kind.
Even so: from this moment forward, I am going to try always to go to bed by midnight, instead of 1 a.m. And then maybe I will roll it back to the bedtime of farmers and country folk, 11:30 p.m. That's probably about as much as I can do. Take that, biology.
In conclusion:
Sleeping is the best. I went to bed early last night and then I got up early before all my family today. It is the best. Sorry to be so smug about it. ;)
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