Mornings: 1/21/14

Always great to start out a day with spam from a friend. I shot him a text to let him know that his email account may be compromised. That fulfills my generosity quota for the day. As you can see, my standards are quite low when it comes to this particular aspect of life. Every little bit counts, right? 

It's another late day, a little earlier than yesterday, but still late. Hopefully, I can pull it together and I manage to make some real leaps in progress. 

Mornings: 1/20/14

What's worse than sleeping late? When you sleep late and it's a shallow one. Barely feels like I slept at all. So when I wake up, I have to sleep some more just to get the proper feeling, except it eats up my afternoon. This is probably the latest I've woken up in a long time.

And in other news, my friend's daughter was just born. Say what? Crazy. I can now say my friend is a father. I feel old.

Mornings: 1/19/14

Sunday mornings mean I gotta get up early for church. I dreamt of In the First Time in Forever.

Mornings: 1/18/14

Should I really be calling this series "Mornings" when I wake up in the afternoon most of the time? Consecutive mornings like this can't mean good things for my health. It's a sleeping vortex. Once you get stuck, you can't get out.

Today, I didn't wake up to anything interesting. Only the faint fragments of a wild dream linger in my mind. I say faint because the only thing I remember is that it's wild. Oh yeah, now I remember. I visited the DICE offices in Sweden and asked them what the hell is up with this 0% health nonsense? In Battlefield 4, the game shows you how much health the guy who killed you has and it's pretty infuriating when the screen shows 0%. Why is this asshole not dead? Whatever.

I hope today is more productive.

Mornings: 1/17/14

I'm thinking this should be a dream diary, because I dreamt that my mom was borrowing my car and when she returned home, she was driving backwards on the sidewalk hitting all kinds of shit like fences, running over lawns and rolling in the air until it landed on our driveway, totally totaled. I was pissed, but she offered me her molars to make up for it. Apparently, there's a website called sellyourmolars.com where they'll buy teeth provided there's silver and gold in them. Yeah, I don't even know. My brain's just...fairy dust.

This morning was a rare instance of being unable to sleep after waking up. Or it required a lot more effort than usual.

It figures that the interesting things happens after I post my Event Log. While I'm in the middle of bed, I get a sudden message from my online dating profile. That's the first message in months, and considering how initiative is unfairly skewed towards males, that's a pretty remarkable occurrence.

It took me all but three messages to stun her into silence. When I chat, I go in strong. No restraint. When all I got is nothing but time, you've got to expect fast and furious messaging, with essay-length replies dropped at a moment's notice. If I don't go all the way, I wouldn't be me. The hell with gradients; I'm solid all the time.

When I checked my phone this morning, she sent another message back saying she fell asleep. And here I was. thinking I scared her off. Maybe it'd be better if I actually did. Why do you build me up, buttercup, just to waste my time? I've got better things to do!

I got an answer from a job application I applied for a month ago--exactly one month ago. I don't know if I got it in me to write about fancy headphones. Worth a shot.

Mornings: 1/16/14

It's odd for me to sleep that late without playing Battlefield 4, but when I'm struck by weird ideas throughout the night, I have to get up, wake up my laptop, and type it up. I've already established the formula: go to bed late, get up late, and some of those dreams are like WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? I am legitimately crushed that some of that shit isn't real. Like the job opportunity, oh man, that would've been nice.

My first thought this morning was: Is this the effect of 20-pound dumbbells? I test drove those babies for the first time yesterday. It was a struggle. I have to work my way up to my usual rep numbers. To be a noob again, it's not a bad feeling. My biceps will thank me for it later.

And now I have go help by brother-in-law clear out the garage and carry stuff into the newly built shed. The Lunar New Year is coming. You know what means?

Red envelopes and ka-ching!

Mornings: 1/15/14

It would've been a victory to wake up before noon. I missed the mark by nineteen minutes. Does it count if I actually woke up earlier but went back to sleep again? Guess not.

Mornings: 1/14/14

I did the old wake up, go back to sleep, wake up, and go back to sleep trick. Best way to fast forward through a morning, but it certainly subtracts a few hours from my day. It can get a little excessive and I might go overboard sometimes, but I gotta wake up at the right time, not just any time. Who am I kidding? I'm just being lazy. Research has shown that those who oversleep are at risk of dying earlier than those who wake up early. I guess it makes sense. Rushing to sleep will only bring us closer to eternal slumber.

Mornings: 1/13/14

Another late night with a less than stellar awakening. I noticed that the later I go to sleep, the deeper my slumber is, and when I wake up, I'm pretty much coming back to life. If I go to sleep earlier, however, it is very turbulent and shallow. I probably wake up two or three times and it feels like I'm lying on a bed as time flies by. If there was some way to combine the two together, an early sleep with a deep slumber, then I'll be set for life.

It probably doesn't help when the balcony door to my room screeches with the wind doing its best trying to break in. For some reason, my brother-in-law removed the door bolts because he was going to replace them, but that was fucking months ago, and ever since, when the days become windy, the doors bend inwards like that one scene from The Haunting. The doors make this terrible scratching noise and it just pisses me off that he would leave it like that. In the meantime, what does he do? Building a fucking shed in the backyard. Fix my doors first, you shitty landlord.

Mornings: 1/12/14

Wow. I feel terrible.

Mornings: 1/11/14

It only seems fitting that I write something right after waking up if I do so right before sleeping. I won't do something as lavish as a dream diary, but a record of how I feel each morning might be pretty funny.

This morning, I woke up at around 1:00PM and I feel particularly devastated, especially after a strange dream about a two-player version of Killzone where I narrowly escaped a giant tidal wave by hanging onto a rope attached to an aircraft. It was an exhilarating ride and I have no idea what prompted it.

I credit my fatigue to working out before going to sleep last night. Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays are my exercise days. My friend's birthday yesterday interrupted my routine, so I had to go through it right before sleeping. Now my body is paying the price.

One of the first things I do when I wake up is check my phone. I've garnered an additional follower on tumblr, which is always good. It seems my work is paying off. Consistent updates and great topic selection has gotten the ball rolling for me lately.

With the Event Log and Morning series for this blog, I'm steadily beginning to narrow my topics better. Hopefully, I can manage to sustain momentum.