Right now as I type this it has just gone 5.35am which will have many thinking I’ve just rolled in half gashed after a night on the razzle. I wish.
Last night I was tucked up in bed before 10pm. Yes, it was Friday night and Stickboy the party animal was in bed before some Happy Hours had ended.
This has been one God awful week and my sleep pattern has been all over the place with two and three-hour naps needed day and night.
I haven’t had a good nights sleep in weeks and for the past 5 or 6 months my body clock has been all over the place but this week it’s officially broken and in need of urgent repair.
For the past thirty years or so I have wakened earlish, no matter what time I get home, and crack on with work. Sometime in the afternoon, I will go for a kip for anything between 20 minutes to 2 hours depending on what I did the night before or what plans I have for the night ahead.
This has been the way for almost three decades, until just after New Year when things started getting bent out of shape.
I started sleeping late on Thursday mornings knocking my cycle out of sync and things went from bad to worse.
Late nights got later, naps became more frequent, and before I knew it my whole schedule was buggered.
Enough is enough as it is making me feel dreadful so I cut out my party antics, stayed home and made an effort to drag my ass out of bed early and keep my afternoon power nap to an hour max to make sure come midnight I’m like a burst couch and will be zedding within 30 seconds of my head hitting the pillow.
So far so good but 5.30am is a bit early to be up and at it… plus I miss partying with my pals till 3am. 555+