I am the literal kind of lunatic. The moon's bitch, am I.
I've had this sleeping habit ever since I stopped doing the nine-to-five thing. One night I don't get tired until 5am and realise it must be a new moon. As the moon waxes, I sleep later and later. By the time the full moon approaches, I'm totally nocturnal. Then, when it wanes, I sleep later and later again, until I'm back to normal daylight hours.
Maybe I'm just going by the Martian clock, but I doubt it.
So, fifteen days into the new year, and I haven't done a blessed thing. Or an unblessed thing. I've done a sinful thing, assuming masturbation counts, but apart from that... Ican I be this lazy? Or has the cold, wet weather put me in a prolonged funk?
I'd rather have sub-zero temperatures and a measly inch of snow. As it is, I can't be bothered to do all those things that would take 5 minutes to half an hour to do, if only I would get around to doing them.
I've had this sleeping habit ever since I stopped doing the nine-to-five thing. One night I don't get tired until 5am and realise it must be a new moon. As the moon waxes, I sleep later and later. By the time the full moon approaches, I'm totally nocturnal. Then, when it wanes, I sleep later and later again, until I'm back to normal daylight hours.
Maybe I'm just going by the Martian clock, but I doubt it.
So, fifteen days into the new year, and I haven't done a blessed thing. Or an unblessed thing. I've done a sinful thing, assuming masturbation counts, but apart from that... Ican I be this lazy? Or has the cold, wet weather put me in a prolonged funk?
I'd rather have sub-zero temperatures and a measly inch of snow. As it is, I can't be bothered to do all those things that would take 5 minutes to half an hour to do, if only I would get around to doing them.