kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Tired)
I went to bed at 2300 last night.

I was still awake at 0100 this morning.

When my alarm went off at 0515, I had just been dreaming - about not being able to get to sleep.

Fuck today right in the fucking ear.


Sep. 12th, 2006 11:28 am
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Argh!)
I'm running on about four hours' sleep. WHY my body decided to wake up before [livejournal.com profile] gridlore's alarm went off this morning, I can't tell you. But since I was taking my bum knee to Urgent Care today anyway, I gave up trying to go back to sleep, and grabbed a shower before I took him to work. Sat in the parking lot for an hour before they opened, spent an hour and change being attended to (doc confirms a strain, took films just to be sure). Came home, sat down at the computer long enough to check email before going back to bed...

...and got a phonecall for an interview at 1:30 today.

I don't know how I'm going to manage to be awake for this.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
Simply buying a bottle of melatonin at Costco is insufficient. If you want it to work as a sleep aid, you need to actually take the pills.

(In bed at 0030, awake until at least 0200; up at 0600 to drive [livejournal.com profile] gridlore to work, since his bike chain came off. I fall back over now.)

Yay. Not.

May. 13th, 2006 01:43 am
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Bunny - Phbbt)
It's apparently time to play everyone's favorite game, Too Tired To Sleep. And I have Important Shit To Do at tomorrow's staff meeting (which, of course, is almost certainly why Murphy decided to play the interrupt on my Sleep card). So if I look more zombified than usual at the meeting, for those of you who'll see me there, you know why.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (FeelBetter)
Feeling slightly less dead this evening - which is good, because OfficeTeam called me back around 5:30 and asked if I'd be able to go tomorrow to the client I was supposed to have interviewed with yesterday. So I haven't lost any face with them. Yay.

It should be an early night for me, as I'll need to drive [livejournal.com profile] gridlore to work in the morning - but if you know me at all, you know I won't manage it. *wry grin*


Jan. 2nd, 2006 03:55 am
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Bunny - Phbbt)
Woke up at 0930 New Year's morning with the bedroom window rattling like gunfire (one of the two sliding windows in the frame isn't the right size, so it starts to bang if it isn't wedged properly, and the paper towel I'd been using had wiggled its way out of place). Found a mismatched sock that wasn't doing anything else at the time, re-seated the window, and tried to go back to sleep. Gave up after listening to the wrath of god outside for an hour. Got up, watched the storm try to take out our power and fail (four times), watched one of our wintergift DVDs, ran errands, and basically attempted to look human. Was exhausted by 1900 (7pm for those of you who don't speak 24hr clock); tried to stay awake a little while longer, knowing my afternoon-nap habit was likely to wake me up after two hours and really fuck up my sleep schedule, but finally gave in and went to bed. Wandered in and out of consciousness a couple of times, though I actually slept through [livejournal.com profile] gridlore coming to bed.

And then I had to get up to go to the bathroom at midnight, and couldn't get back to sleep. *sigh*

Got online, lost a few PuzzlePirates tourneys, futzed around on the new Browncoats forum, finished a row of my latest hat. Now, I believe I shall attempt to figure out once again how this "sleep" thing is supposed to work.

WTF, over?

Dec. 4th, 2005 11:46 pm
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Huh?)
I woke up this morning to discover that I was lying with my fingernails digging into my cheek. I managed to break skin and draw blood in my sleep. $DEITY help me if I have any interviews this week; I'm going to have to figure out where the hell all my foundation makeup is and actually wear it for a change...assuming it's still any good.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (bad)
Someone explain to me why I have so much more trouble waking up on mornings when I actually got to bed at a reasonable hour the night before.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
Twice in as many days I've been so sleepy at work my passengers have commented on it. This is Not Good. I left early today and took a five-hour "nap." And I'm planning on being in bed within the half-hour.

Maybe this sleep thing isn't so overrated after all....
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
Why am I only capable of making breakthroughs in my head when I'm supposed to be asleep?


Jun. 10th, 2001 10:14 pm
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
So when my doctor first put me on Wellbutrin SR, she advised me not to take my last dose later than 3pm, to avoid running the risk of further problems with my already-poor sleep habits. Since I go to work at 4am, this wasn't a problem for me.

Or so I thought.

When I got the new scrip on Friday, I was reading the monograph the pharmacy gave me with it, and I got to this part:

If you miss a dose of this medicine, take it as soon as possible. If you are taking 2 doses a day and it is less than 8 hours until your next dose, skip the missed dose and go back to your regular dosing schedule. Do not take 2 doses at once.

I've been taking my doses during the workweek at 4am and 12 noon (or thereabouts). I haven't gotten out of bed before 11 at all this weekend. You see my problem. ;-) So I'm going to have to start getting used to setting the alarm for 7am on the weekends so I can take them at 7 and 3 all week. We'll see if this means getting up, taking my pill, and going back to bed or not.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
I was awake by 9:30, for reasons I can not adequately explain. There were a couple of 10am panels that I was sort of interested in, though, so I stumbled into my clothes and staggered downstairs. One of the panels was on solar wood-burning, and it was still fairly cloudy outside, so I figured it might not happen and headed for the other one, a percussion workshop.

So I should have figured that the percussion workshop would have been rescheduled. (This happened rather a lot over the course of the weekend, from what I saw....) However, they replaced it with a belly-dance workshop, so I stayed. I actually danced for the whole 90 minutes, which surprised me - my feet were already incredibly sore from all the time I'd been on them Friday, and spending that much time with my knees partially bent isn't exactly my idea of fun, either. But I managed, and it was a hell of a workshop. I hadn't showered before, but boy, did I need one when I was done....

Doug was in the room when I got back to wash up, and we started trying to plan for the day. He had found out while I was at class that Chris Knight's Trailer Park had been moved directly opposite his panel, which annoyed the hell out of both of us. (Chris didn't take too kindly to it either, we later discovered, as they didn't bother telling him this before he flew up from LA...) And then dafydd paged to let us know he was on his way over from the drill. I looked at the clock, and looked at Doug, and said "Um, honey...?" I really hadn't wanted to miss his panel, 'cause I figured he'd need the support, but we were starting to run short on time.

Met dafydd up at the room, ducked my head into Doug's panel long enough to tell him he was on his own for lunch, and headed out. After a nice lunch at Chili's, we got all the food, the cushions, and the chairs we'd forgotten the night before loaded into the back of the truck, asked ourselves three times if we were forgetting anything, and went to make copies of the party flyer and pick up ice for the coolers. Back over to the hotel, up to the front desk to grab a bell cart, get everything out of the truck and into the room....

And damn near put my fist through the wall when I realized we'd left dafydd's CD player at home.

He went back downstairs to park the truck, and I agreed to meet him in the Dealers' Room. Caught up with Doug while I was taking the bell cart back to the front desk - "Do you want the bad news or the bad news?" There was Yet Another Party setting up external speakers on the patio beneath us, and I had my doubts as to whether or not anyone was going to hear the CDs even if we had the player.... He snarled for a bit, and told me to go back and get the silly thing anyway.

But first, I had to shop. ;-) I made the mistake of turning my back on dafydd for five minutes while I was off buying my new velvet skirt.... As we were headed back up to the room, he dropped something into my hand. I looked down, and it was a nametag:


I should've hurt him. ;-)

Up to the room so we could all catch a quick nap...in theory. I wound up lying in bed and listening to both of them snore. But I was off my feet for 45 minutes, which was a Good Thing at that point. Limped back down to the truck with dafydd, ran off to get the CD player, and he dropped me back off by the elevator lobby while he headed back out to BFE to park. We all changed into our Brubek's t-shirts, and the party opened on-time.

By this point, everything south of my kneecaps felt like it was on fire. Being no fool, I took the ottoman from the room's one comfy chair and stationed myself next to the door, passing out the alien stickers we'd bought - or, as I took to saying much later in the evening, "alienating people." We went through over 120 stickers in the five hours we were open....

Virtual Bosnia (the guestbook we had for JG) wound up being a fairly big hit, as well. We got some great pictures of people with the I-Zone (and I still don't know what the hell I did with the extra roll of film I bought when we bought the camera) to add to the book, and some fantastic comments from folks, including a few veterans. I don't think we're going to get the official TravSF photo developed in time to send it off with the rest of JG's care package, but we've got enough other stuff to send to him that I don't think it'd matter. (More on this in Sunday's entry.)

dafydd had to leave early again; he had station duty Sunday morning, and again, was really thrilled about it - not. At least he'd gotten four days' notice on this one, as opposed to the 18 hours for Saturday morning's drill. We wound up closing the room down around 2:30....

And the ravers on the patio were still at it. We'd had FLARE come through a couple of times, and talked to ConOps about it before the party had opened, so the volume wasn't as bad as it had been the night before - but it still meant we couldn't open the door to the balcony if we wanted to hear ourselves think. About 3:10, there was a rather abrupt silence outside; they'd apparently been ordered to shut down.

Doug and I were asleep by 3:20. ;-)

I'll finish up the rest of these tomorrow, most likely; I've been sitting in front of the 'puter for ten hours now, and I think my eyes are about to cross.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Koosh)
So I've been home from the convention not quite 24 hours. I think I've caught up on my sleep...but I wouldn't necessarily say I'm coherent yet. I'll try and keep this more or less chronological, but I make no promises.

Worked a full shift before coming home and doing the last-minute-packing thing. (Yes, I brought my towel. I'd wanted to bring along my More Than Complete Hitchhiker's Guide, as well, in the hopes that it would spawn more discussion than just the towel itself - but as could probably be expected, I didn't find it until I got home from the con yesterday.) I think Doug got some sleep - I know I kept telling him to - but he was already up and moving when I got home. Drove directly to dafydd's condo, figured out a way to get all the food for Saturday's party into his fridge, and went over to the hotel to check in.

Last year, we asked them to take one of the beds out of our room so we had more space for people to move during the party, and they didn't. So I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when I opened the door and discovered they'd taken both of them out this year. Go to ConOps, have them call Sylvan's room. "I'm going to go bang my head against a wall...and then I'm going to get you a bed." It's times like this that I'm really thankful I've got friends in high places all over staff....

Head back down to the main con area once the bed has arrived - and zebragrrl's there! This was completely unexpected, and very much a Good Thing. For me, anyway - apparently, her brand-new ex decided to come to the convention as well...with someone else. This doesn't sound like anything beyond typical convention drama until you realize that they live in Oregon. (It gets even more complicated when you add in that zebragrrl's ex is, or at least was, FTM - and spent the weekend in girl clothes. But that isn't my story to tell; I'm sure that once zebragrrl is home again, and her computer is back online (she moved out of the ex's place two weeks ago), she'll have plenty to say in her own journal.)

dafydd caught up with Doug and me after work, and we went to dinner with one of the TML folks and his wife, who had come down from Seattle for the con. dafydd had forgotten to bring a towel to work with him, and found this insanely bright yellow one with a giant fish appliqued on it on his lunch hour. It couldn't have looked more like a Babelfish if you'd designed it that way. He and I drove over to the condo after dinner to pick up the non-perishable party stuff...and it probably took us as long to get from one side of the hotel to the other as it did to drive there and back. Too many people to stop and say hi to on the way.... One of the people we talked to was someone I hadn't had the chance to introduce dafydd to last year, and we spent a few minutes catching up on stuff. Somewhere along the line, the conversation segued into commute times, and I found myself jokingly commenting that I thought I only got to spend Wednesday nights so dafydd could use the carpool lane on Thursdays. "Well, that's not so bad," C said. "You're decorative and functional!" This gave us all a good giggle, and we said our goodbyes for the moment.

This comment would come back to haunt me....

I talked dafydd into bringing his swimsuit back with him, and we spent half an hour in the hot tub; it was Doug's idea originally, but then someone bought him drinks at the Meet the Guests reception and he decided passing out was the better part of valor. He was OUT when we got back to the room, so we crawled into the bathroom and dried off under the heat lamp as best we could.

dafydd wound up having to leave early to do moulage work for Yet Another Disaster Drill{tm} - and he was really thrilled about it (not) 'cause he'd only known about it since lunchtime - so I sent him on his way, and wandered the party floor for another couple of hours. I'm really not sure why I was so awake at that point - by the time I came back to the room, I'd been up for 22 hours. Went right to sleep, for all that the music coming up from the patio beneath us was still insanely loud - Doug told me the next morning that they finally shut down about 4:15. He was not pleased - after all the time and effort I'd put into mixing the CDs for the party, it was starting to look as though we wouldn't even be able to hear it.

More to come....
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
Got home from Baycon around 4 this afternoon. Doug and I were so wiped out that we both slept until about 8:30...and when the STBXroommate came home he pulled my keys out of the front door.

I've been trying to catch up on my netstuff since Doug left for work; I think I'm at a point where I can let the rest of it sit till morning. I'll post more convention thoughts then.


Apr. 18th, 2001 03:58 am
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
(and oh, how tempting it was to use a {blink} tag in that subject line)

Last night was even worse - went to bed later, slept even more lightly (if, indeed, I slept at all).... I'm sure it has to do with how long, and how late, I napped yesterday. I'd've been better off just going directly back to bed after I got home from taking Doug to work...and I should probably start setting my alarm when I do go nap in the afternoon, so I don't oversleep myself like this again.

And I can't blow off work today, 'cause it's Wednesday, and if I'm too sick to work, I'm too sick to play. Oh, well. As long as I don't fall asleep on the train this afternoon and end up in Gilroy, everything'll be just peachy.
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
You made a reference to slow-sleep insomnia in a journal entry a few days back, and it struck a particularly resonant chord.... I did some poking around the web and found this site on Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome - and BOY, did that all sound familiar.

I know what I'm gonna be talking to my doctor about if/when we ever get the meds dealt with....


Mar. 16th, 2001 11:30 pm
kshandra: figurine of a teddybear seated at an office desk, looking at a computer (Default)
Someone explain to me why I never have the sense to go to sleep when I first start to feel tired.


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