Too Old
Wherein Our
Heroine Dozes Off.
We've been on kind of a music-movie tear
lately: "Standing in the Shadows of Motown," "Buena Vista Social Club," and less
seriously, "School of Rock." Watching these movies has landed a small
realization on me. I'm too old to go to rock shows any more. It's not that I
mind the volume, or the spectacle of teenagers making absolute fruitcakes of
themselves, or even all the spilled beer on the floor making my shoes sticky.
I just get so
tired.
I've
never been a super-night-owl. I've always liked eight hours of sleep. But I do
remember when midnight was easily attainable on a fairly regular basis. Now?
It's painful. John will have gone to bed, I'll be up reading the last chapter,
finishing out something on TV or following some interesting online thread. Then
I realize I'm exhausted. I check the time, certain that it's terribly, terribly
late.
It's
ten.
So, generally I go to bed
at an hour that would feel punitive to a four-year-old. Which is okay, to a
point. I like sleeping. But I feel like there's so many hours spent sleeping
when I could be doing something
else.
There seem to be a lot of people out there who insist (despite all scientific
research to the contrary) that they need about half the sleep recommended. They
famously work late into the night every night and their output is staggering.
It's impressive.
But those
insomniac multitaskers who only need four hours a night are other people. I
doubt I could change, even if I really wanted
to.
And as much as I'd like to
crawl back into bed this morning, it's not something I can do. I got up
especially early today because I have a job interview. Wish me
luck.
Posted: Wednesday - March 31, 2004 at 06:49 AM
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