I think I’m an Alien
No, not one of those undocumented immigrant types, a real alien like from “Men In Black” without the cool toys. If I’m not, then there has to be something seriously wrong with me.
On Wednesday night, I went to bed around midnight, and got up Thursday morning at 5. Call it 4.5 hours sleep max. On Thursday night, I went to bed about 1 (we were having DSL problems), and got up around 5. Another 3.5 hours. Total sleep for Monday night to Friday was probably in the neighborhood of 16 hours. I can really tell too, as it is usually a struggle to stay awake during the ‘quieter’ times at work. Now the broken part – at around 6pm I start feeling better – and I’m running at 100% by 10. I have to force myself to go to bed, but if I stay up, I’m good-to-go until about 4:30. It doesn’t matter how long or tiring the day was, by early evening I’m waking up.
If someone would pay me (and let me use sick leave) I’d like to volunteer for one of those long psychological studies that has people live underground and run on their own biological clock without any outside time cues. I’m guessing that my internal day is set at about 35 hours. Since none of the planets in our solar system have a rotation anywhere near that, I must be from somewhere else – hence alien.
If anyone knows where I’m from, let me know – unless it’s the galactic equivalent of Appalachia, in which case I probably don’t remember on purpose.
