Breaking one’s sleep schedule, no matter how good of an idea it seems at the time, always leads to disaster.
Okay, maybe not disaster, but it’s a pain in the ass.
So there I was, hacking on the new installer and I was kicking major butt. But I was running into certain interesting bugs, and I was determined to squash them, regardless of the hour! I ended up leaving work at 6 am.
I’ve had insomnia for the past week or two. I got home. I lay down. I didn’t fall asleep until sometime after 7 am.
I woke up at 5 pm. I showered, and went to work. I was pretty productive in those 6 hours before Nat burst into my “office” and asks if I want to go to IHOP. I accept his invitation. After, uh, breakfast, I go home and read for 3 hours. I can’t fall asleep. I read for another hour. I fall asleep.
This is my life.