Day One: I Can Sleep Again

WHAT GIVES?
Indeed. The past couple days have been pretty craptastic. I let the work pile up and started a messy uphill sprint on Wednesday night, sleeping for a couple hours at a time, then staying up to write. I somehow managed to head to a prof's house for a lunch party where I consciously attempted not to sit down, lest I fall asleep. And indeed, the one time I sat down, I fell asleep. While not exactly sleep deprivation, it was certainly uncomfortable.

So with my work done, I came the closest to "sleeping in" last night, a decent 12:30 to 8:30 rest. My plan for the rest of my life, at least, is to hit nine hours a night. This, of course, is inspired by a totally indirect and pretty irrelevant source: Sarah Hughes, the Olympic figure skater who won gold at Salt Lake City in 2002. Apparently (and this was struck from her Wikipedia page), her parents put her on a "Power Sleep" routine, getting her to sleep 9 hours a night and it worked "wonders."

So I figure this: it's plainly obvious with my match.com profile and my return to self-deprication that I'm not opposed to getting a date -- in fact, I haven't been on a date since February, so I gotta get on that shit. Point being, I can dump the old numbering that I had last time. Second, now that I've got a little bit of a breather, I can rededicate myself to treating my body appropriately; I can sleep early and for a long time.

So here's the plan -- I will log the hours of sleep I received up here and the two of you who read this can make me feel guilty if it doesn't equal nine hours. Now, how will I know I'm actually sleeping those nine hours? I have no idea. Suffice it to say that if I'm in bed for 9 hours, then I think that's a decent enough proxy. If anyone wants to donate an EEG, then by all means, send it my way.

MY PERSONAL ASSISTANT
Kaye came up to Providence a few days ago and is staying with me until Sunday. Of course, she'll have to work for her board -- she's my personal assistant, helping me organize my life before prelims start next Wednesdsay. So far, I've gotten a few more things done in less time than usual. Works for me, says I.

MANEATER
Nelly Furtado performed her song "Maneater" on SNL last Saturday night. It was, well, lackluster -- she had to drop to some octave she has no business singing in and it sounded gravelly. Of course, induced somehow by that less-than-masterful performance, I found the video for the song on YouTube (here). I have to admit, I kinda like it: the chorus especially because it's very 80s with the synth and the hard 1-2-3-4 rhythm. So far, everyone I've tried to get listen to it (and of course, try to get to like it) has said the song is annoying. This may very well be the reason I like it.