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Pretty much my whole adult life, I've preferred to sleep nine hours a night, and nap if I am prevented from doing so. I can do without sleep; I can function with almost no sleep at all, although it sometimes affects my mood. But all things being equal, nine hours. I can understand not wanting to spend that much of one's life unconscious, but since I tend to accomplish more with my 15 hours awake than most people fit in more time, it seems a fair trade.
Only for the last few weeks - maybe even two months - I've been managing 7 hours or so, 8 at best; I have trouble sleeping before 4:30 or after 11, although I also don't really want to be awake at 11 and dawdle until at least noon. I'm cheerful and energetic - very keen on dancing and hopping up and down and other physical things - but dull mentally, where by dull I do mean boring.
I learn things as quickly as ever; I solve puzzles, etc. But it's difficult to do anything creative, because the things I create are boring. My thoughts are boring. My attempts to have conversations are boring.
It's a pleasant surprise, I suppose, to be for once only mildly insomniac, and not insomniac in a way other people would register as such, and for this to not make me cranky or clumsy. But I certainly don't feel like myself at all. I feel like an ordinary person. In some ways, a relief, and I had always wondered, but in most others a disappointment. I hope I soon return to the abnormal that is normal for me.
Only for the last few weeks - maybe even two months - I've been managing 7 hours or so, 8 at best; I have trouble sleeping before 4:30 or after 11, although I also don't really want to be awake at 11 and dawdle until at least noon. I'm cheerful and energetic - very keen on dancing and hopping up and down and other physical things - but dull mentally, where by dull I do mean boring.
I learn things as quickly as ever; I solve puzzles, etc. But it's difficult to do anything creative, because the things I create are boring. My thoughts are boring. My attempts to have conversations are boring.
It's a pleasant surprise, I suppose, to be for once only mildly insomniac, and not insomniac in a way other people would register as such, and for this to not make me cranky or clumsy. But I certainly don't feel like myself at all. I feel like an ordinary person. In some ways, a relief, and I had always wondered, but in most others a disappointment. I hope I soon return to the abnormal that is normal for me.
