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You know, I probably wouldn't sleep so late if my bedroom weren't a motherfucking CLOSET with no windows.
I've had this problem before, sleep schedule getting eff'ed up because I'm in a room with no natural lighting. One of my old bedrooms, at Punk Rock Plaza as a matter of fact, was in the basement. The Place Where There Was No Light (tm) as we used to call it. And my sleep schedule got all wacky because of it. At one point, I got up and thought it was 5pm when it was actually 5am. Freaked out because I thought I was late for work (I had to be in at 3pm). Freaked out because everything was so quiet. Freaked out because everyone in the house was asleep.
I was also semi-concious, so that kind of explains why I believed Philadelphia had been hit with some evil Sleep-O ray by a maniacally laughing madman.
So now, I've had this closet bedroom for two and a half years. My sleep patterns are screwed up beyond all possible belief to the point where on the occasions I DO sleep somewhere that has natural lighting, I still do my best impersonation of a coma victim.
This is most unsatisfactory.
I would also like to know who rang my doorbell at 10am. Not that it woke me up. But, our doorbell is actually our phone. We live in a secured building and you must be buzzed in to gain entry. When someone rings our doorbell, it actually rings our phone. And I saw the doorbell number on the caller ID. At first I thought that it was the Wee Ninja, who said she would be stopping by today. But, she almost always calls me before she stops by (to make sure I'm concious). And there were no other calls listed.
I've had this problem before, sleep schedule getting eff'ed up because I'm in a room with no natural lighting. One of my old bedrooms, at Punk Rock Plaza as a matter of fact, was in the basement. The Place Where There Was No Light (tm) as we used to call it. And my sleep schedule got all wacky because of it. At one point, I got up and thought it was 5pm when it was actually 5am. Freaked out because I thought I was late for work (I had to be in at 3pm). Freaked out because everything was so quiet. Freaked out because everyone in the house was asleep.
I was also semi-concious, so that kind of explains why I believed Philadelphia had been hit with some evil Sleep-O ray by a maniacally laughing madman.
So now, I've had this closet bedroom for two and a half years. My sleep patterns are screwed up beyond all possible belief to the point where on the occasions I DO sleep somewhere that has natural lighting, I still do my best impersonation of a coma victim.
This is most unsatisfactory.
I would also like to know who rang my doorbell at 10am. Not that it woke me up. But, our doorbell is actually our phone. We live in a secured building and you must be buzzed in to gain entry. When someone rings our doorbell, it actually rings our phone. And I saw the doorbell number on the caller ID. At first I thought that it was the Wee Ninja, who said she would be stopping by today. But, she almost always calls me before she stops by (to make sure I'm concious). And there were no other calls listed.
