I was supposed to be asleep about an hour ago.
It’s hard, really, to change up your sleep schedule. My trip last year to Toronto was similarly rife with my refusal to adjust to a designated sleep schedule. I stayed up until 2 in the morning most nights since I never bothered to adjust to the 3 hour time slip. These days, I need to go to sleep two hours earlier rather than 3, but even that is difficult to do.
Most of this has to do with the Games Done Quick marathon going on right now, since the Awful Games block only runs this late into the night and is one of my favorite parts of the event. Since, you know, I understand the amount of suffering and self-deprecating humor it takes to sit through something that offends you on every conceivable level. I’m talking about SAO again. Them, it’s a whole new nightmare of bad. I mean that literally. They’re playing A Nightmare on Elm Street for the NES right now. It’s gorgeous to behold.
Another reason is because I made the fatal mistake to drink caffeinated tea. That kind of sucks too
But back to the topic at hand, I’ve indeed become far too used to sleeping at midnight. It’s mostly because I haven’t had a class in the morning for a very long time. Sure, I’m used to having less than 8 hours of sleep thanks to my part time job, but that job didn’t include learning about the wonders of managerial accounting, followed by a lecture on mass media, which is then followed by and intro to business class. Now, I actually have to be thinking and learning and stuff.
The last reason I’m still up is because I noticed that none of the dishes downstairs were washed yet. Usually that’s taken care of by my mom, whose OCD forces her to wake up in the middle of the night and is thus convenient for her to put off cleaning stuff when we’re all supposed to be asleep. It’s not the most ideal thing to be doing, and it’s certainly very taxing on her, but it’s how the house functions. I’ve never questioned it. But now, I realize, that this explains why I’m so bad at doing my own dishes growing up. I learned it from her.
So I helped out this time with the dishes.
Fuck, it’s an hour and a half past my bedtime. Shit. This game is so awful how do they even live with this torment. It’s not like I actually don’t know why given what I’ve written about in the past, but still.