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"Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it." -- Lin Yutang

"Such is human psychology that if we don't express our joy, we soon cease to feel it." -- Lin Yutang

We can learn so much from cats. For example, I never would have discovered a startling (and memory-intensive -- thrash thrash thrash) key combination in Konqueror if Perrine hadn't rolled over on the control key while I was typing a search command.

Wow, the disk-access light is still on (but the telnet window is responding more quickly than when I started typing this. *whew*)

We can learn so much from cats. For example, I never would have discovered a startling (and memory-intensive -- thrash thrash thrash) key combination in Konqueror if Perrine hadn't rolled over on the control key while I was typing a search command.

Wow, the disk-access light is still on (but the telnet window is responding more quickly than when I started typing this. *whew*)

Oy vey. Fell asleep at a not-too-unreasonable-for me time, stayed asleep a whole sixty minutes and then suddenly found myself wide awake for no discernable reason; stayed awake until long enough after sunup to consider it properly breakfast time for me and the darling kitty; finally fell asleep again for a whopping sixty or seventy minutes, and found myself abruptly awake yet again (with no jarring sense of "having been woken up by something".

Wide awake, but hardly sharp-and-alert. Not on a grand total of two hours sleep with a several-hours awake stretch in the middle. ( madbodger recently posted an interesting analysis of sleep+wakefulness that makes a great deal of sense to me -- I unfortunately spend far too much time somehwere to the left of point 'E' on his graph.) Given that it's already half past fourteen[*] and I'm feeling the way I feel (a lot like a few hours after the stopped-being-useful stage of an all-nighter), methinks I'm going to have to just push a lot of today's to-do list off to tomorrow, especially the items that involve dealing with official or corporate bureaucracies (before seventeen o'clock, of course), making lots of decisions, or paying attention to small details, or mass transit. (Uh, not that driving myself in this state, if I had a car, would be a great idea either, of course.)

This phenomenon annoys. (Don't really need a direct object there, do I? :-þ) *tweet!* "Delay-of-life penalty: back up twelve hours and replay the day. Still Wednesday morning." *tweet!* (Hey, the analogy even fits the 'now I'm even farther behind' aspect... It's too bad punting isn't an option on most of these things (though now it occurs to me to wonder whether, in some contexts, there might exist some option analogous to "settling for a field goal" that I should be looking for).)

Hmm. Tangentially (and possibly TMIaly ("TMIatively"?)), I wonder to what extent my missing sex drive should properly be blamed on chronic sleep deficit.

I should try to find something useful-ish but mostly mindless to do, that's easily interruptable if I'm lucky enough to start to fall asleep again.

[*] Okay, nearly fifteen after spacing out mid-paragraph a few times and changing my mind about phrasing then changing it back and exhibiting other annoying symptoms of sleep-dep. Feh.

Oy vey. Fell asleep at a not-too-unreasonable-for me time, stayed asleep a whole sixty minutes and then suddenly found myself wide awake for no discernable reason; stayed awake until long enough after sunup to consider it properly breakfast time for me and the darling kitty; finally fell asleep again for a whopping sixty or seventy minutes, and found myself abruptly awake yet again (with no jarring sense of "having been woken up by something".

Wide awake, but hardly sharp-and-alert. Not on a grand total of two hours sleep with a several-hours awake stretch in the middle. ( madbodger recently posted an interesting analysis of sleep+wakefulness that makes a great deal of sense to me -- I unfortunately spend far too much time somehwere to the left of point 'E' on his graph.) Given that it's already half past fourteen[*] and I'm feeling the way I feel (a lot like a few hours after the stopped-being-useful stage of an all-nighter), methinks I'm going to have to just push a lot of today's to-do list off to tomorrow, especially the items that involve dealing with official or corporate bureaucracies (before seventeen o'clock, of course), making lots of decisions, or paying attention to small details, or mass transit. (Uh, not that driving myself in this state, if I had a car, would be a great idea either, of course.)

This phenomenon annoys. (Don't really need a direct object there, do I? :-þ) *tweet!* "Delay-of-life penalty: back up twelve hours and replay the day. Still Wednesday morning." *tweet!* (Hey, the analogy even fits the 'now I'm even farther behind' aspect... It's too bad punting isn't an option on most of these things (though now it occurs to me to wonder whether, in some contexts, there might exist some option analogous to "settling for a field goal" that I should be looking for).)

Hmm. Tangentially (and possibly TMIaly ("TMIatively"?)), I wonder to what extent my missing sex drive should properly be blamed on chronic sleep deficit.

I should try to find something useful-ish but mostly mindless to do, that's easily interruptable if I'm lucky enough to start to fall asleep again.

[*] Okay, nearly fifteen after spacing out mid-paragraph a few times and changing my mind about phrasing then changing it back and exhibiting other annoying symptoms of sleep-dep. Feh.