7 Hours of Sleep, 11 Bedtime

I have recently made a promise to Butterfinger that I will start staying up until 11pm in order for us to get more things done between the time I get home from work and bedtime, and to help him get on a non-vampiric schedule of sleep and wake cycles. Right now it is 8:56pm and I can already feel the yawns, the restless shaking that comes before sleep is taking over my legs, and my mind has begun to wander from the blog, to digg, to gTalk, and I end up on the floor petting the dogs or looking for Lesportsac bags on eBay. I have an immensely difficult time fighting the tired, and an equally challenging time fighting the hunger.

I have no idea why I allow these physical states control my being the way they do, and I am hoping that training myself to stay up later, and function on less sleep, will be a good first step in the direction of breaking free from my mental prison. So until I can figure out a way to work an 8 hour day, commute 2 hours, spend 1 hour with the dogs, watch 1 hour of Tv, enjoy my dinner for 1 hour, catch up on emails for 1 hour, work on the startup/blog for 6 hours, and sleep for 8 hours, and make it fit into a 24 hour day, I am going to have to start multitasking and cutting some things out.

Despite the robotic quality my voice tends to take on when I drive home from work and talk on the telephone, I have found this to be a great way to merge two activities into one. I am able to power through the horrid commute home and catch up on all of my gossip at the same time! So word to the wise, if you ever want to get a hold of me, 8 eastern time is the absolute best time to C2V me. My drive also allows me to catch up on news, and as difficult it is for me to admit due to the criticism I used to dish out to my dad for listening to such a “boring” station, Npr has proved to be a wealth of knowledge and a great way to pass the time while being plowed over and cut off by monster trucks.

I am also now able pay attention to the dogs while checking my email and blogging. I can also not enjoy my dinners and work on websites, while simultaneously dunking my grilled ham and cheese into my Campbell’s tomato soup. I can use gTalk, set my alarm, fold laundry, and send a text message at the same time, why can’t I figure out a way to add more hours into the day??

We will have to see how this trial period pans out, I have faith that Butterfinger will start to adjust to normal sleeping hours and again join the ranks of the pigmented. Maybe I will even learn how to make even better use of my time and come out of this a 7 hour a night sleeper that can talk out of both sides of her mouth, while writing code for a website, giving Tucker a bath, and finding a cure for AIDS (or at least making public knowledge of the one Magic Johnson utilized). For right now there is plenty of Wawa coffee to get me going at work, and Code Red Mountain Dew in the fridge at home to caffeinate my sleep deprived body. Only 2 more uber productive hours to go…