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Or alternatively in the darkest depths of space, in places so forgotten even light can not find it's way, the dread and terrible creature of whose Cyclopean form a mere glimpse would drive men mad, stirs and is suddenly easily perfectly awake on yet another 'morning'.
Yeah sometimes I'd beginning to wonder if I 'iddqd'-ed life. Or alternatively if I traded my ability to wake up in the morning, to some long forgotten elder power in return for ridiculous luck. I'm mean I'm quite clearly a daft muppet in many ways, I just seem to be an apparently incredibly lucky (and quite lovely as I have been informed) daft muppet.
Take this weekend for example. Original plans as some of you may know, visit friend for his 'birthday' Saturday and go larping Sunday. Then they became take Saturday to feel better, watch supernatural in the evening, then pop up and say hi to people before the larp on the way to my friend for his actual birthday. Now I made it to my friends for the birthday, but as many of you well know not anyway in time to visit campus usefully on the way. Some of that was the cold which took my short afternoon in work (only really done so I could justify wandering around town on Friday for a bout of Christmas shopping) to make it's full blown sinus enslaving entrance having clearly got bored of understudying as annoying backgroundy unwellness. More of that was due to some utterly unexpectedly, and equally wonderful late nights. Mostly though it was because on some level all my plans tend to require to me be among the land of the wide eyed and wide awake sometime before noon. I don't even particularly like it, if only because only seeing about 2-3 hours of daylight bothers me. However my feelings on the matter rarely seem to make a difference. The worst part is I used to be able to wake up, in fact I can remember parents telling me off and to go back to bed, because I used to wake too early! Sigh, if only waking up was actually the entire battle too, even the act of being up in the am hours (from the right direction) has no guarantees that I'll be on time...
I don't get mornings, I don't understand why I get my own personal evil villian digital clock effect when I'm brushing my teeth! I swear if I don't have one eye on a time piece and all times, minutes vanish uselessly into the aether. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just running really slowly, and failing to register and interact with the world around me except in small discrete moments. It's getting to the point where I think I should film myself to see what happens, if only because worse comes to worst I could with some careful editing and suitable use of cgi turn into an utterly surreal zombie film ("Gasp in horror as the zombie washes his hands!").
At the end of the day I dislike being late, I used to variously feel paranoid and loathing of being late. However once I actually gained the ability to successfully move myself to required places (almost) entirely under my own power and directed by my will, and yet still utterly failed to get anywhere on time, all that loathing and paranoia eventually became a sort of grudging acceptance. I mean as a family we can't get places on time, I don't remember an incidence where we didn't leave half an hour after we intended to arrive. We're all as bad as each other too. If my sister visits we're never sure when she'll actually arrive, my brother will perpetually find something vital to do when we're about to leave, my parents ability that whenever someone (primarily my sister) ends up being dependant on them for transport, for whatever reason, to return at least fifteen minutes after people needed to go having apparently gone out quickly for bread and having actually instead returned having infact gone out to additionally purchase something endlessly more complex in a time consuming fashion (with no indication they had always intended to). I just seem to generally over sleep.
The more I consider it, the more I feel it should be compensate-able for. Unlike the infamously tardy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
almosthonest I don't suffer his almost frightening ability to generate external delays, seriously don't get into the same queue as him, and I'd be tempted to avoid major roads if he's on them too. With him it seems unfortunate, with me it's my own fault. I actually expect I'd arrive more frequently on time, if I was somewhat less awful at estimating time. Obviously if I need to be up no later than N o'clock I'm doomed, but other than I think the general building rule of 'measurement it, add a bit and double it' is something I should apply to any of my estimates, and if that doesn't seem applicable just be more forgiving with my aims. So for example a typical evening, that goes eat with my family and try to leave around 7:30pm I should probably tell people I'll be there sometime between 7:30pm and 9:00pm...
Hmmm, Monday morning brain core dumps, are useful, if ultimately random rambley nonsense, that I suspect you're all read me write about, or heard me rant about several times before. Ah well, this mornings brought to you by the letters 'OMG Y?!'...
Yeah sometimes I'd beginning to wonder if I 'iddqd'-ed life. Or alternatively if I traded my ability to wake up in the morning, to some long forgotten elder power in return for ridiculous luck. I'm mean I'm quite clearly a daft muppet in many ways, I just seem to be an apparently incredibly lucky (and quite lovely as I have been informed) daft muppet.
Take this weekend for example. Original plans as some of you may know, visit friend for his 'birthday' Saturday and go larping Sunday. Then they became take Saturday to feel better, watch supernatural in the evening, then pop up and say hi to people before the larp on the way to my friend for his actual birthday. Now I made it to my friends for the birthday, but as many of you well know not anyway in time to visit campus usefully on the way. Some of that was the cold which took my short afternoon in work (only really done so I could justify wandering around town on Friday for a bout of Christmas shopping) to make it's full blown sinus enslaving entrance having clearly got bored of understudying as annoying backgroundy unwellness. More of that was due to some utterly unexpectedly, and equally wonderful late nights. Mostly though it was because on some level all my plans tend to require to me be among the land of the wide eyed and wide awake sometime before noon. I don't even particularly like it, if only because only seeing about 2-3 hours of daylight bothers me. However my feelings on the matter rarely seem to make a difference. The worst part is I used to be able to wake up, in fact I can remember parents telling me off and to go back to bed, because I used to wake too early! Sigh, if only waking up was actually the entire battle too, even the act of being up in the am hours (from the right direction) has no guarantees that I'll be on time...
I don't get mornings, I don't understand why I get my own personal evil villian digital clock effect when I'm brushing my teeth! I swear if I don't have one eye on a time piece and all times, minutes vanish uselessly into the aether. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just running really slowly, and failing to register and interact with the world around me except in small discrete moments. It's getting to the point where I think I should film myself to see what happens, if only because worse comes to worst I could with some careful editing and suitable use of cgi turn into an utterly surreal zombie film ("Gasp in horror as the zombie washes his hands!").
At the end of the day I dislike being late, I used to variously feel paranoid and loathing of being late. However once I actually gained the ability to successfully move myself to required places (almost) entirely under my own power and directed by my will, and yet still utterly failed to get anywhere on time, all that loathing and paranoia eventually became a sort of grudging acceptance. I mean as a family we can't get places on time, I don't remember an incidence where we didn't leave half an hour after we intended to arrive. We're all as bad as each other too. If my sister visits we're never sure when she'll actually arrive, my brother will perpetually find something vital to do when we're about to leave, my parents ability that whenever someone (primarily my sister) ends up being dependant on them for transport, for whatever reason, to return at least fifteen minutes after people needed to go having apparently gone out quickly for bread and having actually instead returned having infact gone out to additionally purchase something endlessly more complex in a time consuming fashion (with no indication they had always intended to). I just seem to generally over sleep.
The more I consider it, the more I feel it should be compensate-able for. Unlike the infamously tardy
almosthonest I don't suffer his almost frightening ability to generate external delays, seriously don't get into the same queue as him, and I'd be tempted to avoid major roads if he's on them too. With him it seems unfortunate, with me it's my own fault. I actually expect I'd arrive more frequently on time, if I was somewhat less awful at estimating time. Obviously if I need to be up no later than N o'clock I'm doomed, but other than I think the general building rule of 'measurement it, add a bit and double it' is something I should apply to any of my estimates, and if that doesn't seem applicable just be more forgiving with my aims. So for example a typical evening, that goes eat with my family and try to leave around 7:30pm I should probably tell people I'll be there sometime between 7:30pm and 9:00pm... Hmmm, Monday morning brain core dumps, are useful, if ultimately random rambley nonsense, that I suspect you're all read me write about, or heard me rant about several times before. Ah well, this mornings brought to you by the letters 'OMG Y?!'...
