It’s starting to feel like I’m becoming nocturnal. Not necessarily by choice, mind you. I was ready for bed… I don’t want to say “fairly early”, but early enough that I’d get a decent night’s sleep before noon. For some reason, I couldn’t fall asleep. I felt wide awake, so I ended up surfing the internet for a couple hours until finally turning off my laptop and passing out.
If I was still working down in Faribault at that call center—30 minutes away—this kind of sleep pattern would kill me. Well, that or one of the pissed-off callers who kept yelling at me would deal with their frustrations by smothering me with a pillow. Either way, I’d be dead. Something tells me that even though I should be sleeping when it’s dark out, my current situation is probably better than that alternative.
