2 minutes later...
So to change this, I did something drastic. I became nocturnal, which means that I now work at night and sleep during the day. I'm like the Batman of unemployed fiction writers.
|He's the blogger nighttime deserves, but not the ones it needs right now|
*All of my friends are 30+ or quickly approaching, so at 1 am they've already been asleep for, oh, about 4-5 hours. I can't remember the last time I got a text past 9 pm.
It's working out well for me, and I'm getting a lot done. But, of course, it's also presented new challenges. Like my legs. They didn't see much sun before, but now they don't see any at all. They're so white they're capable of causing spontaneous combustion to anyone who's unfortunate enough to catch glimpse of them.
Working out is another challenge. I don't mind working out at night, but it's certainly made jogging interesting. And not because it's dark, but because of the people I encounter. Namely, people who want to know why I'm out at that time of night jogging.
So it's fun to have to explain to people that I'm just running in circles for my health and not actually planning a very poor, very repetitive 5 mile long burglary.
I also get that ever popular question, "Can I help you?" which is a funny question, because I find that when someone asks that, they don't really mean it. They don't want to help you at all. Example: "Sure, will you come over Tuesday and help me repaint my living room?"
(The answer to that, thus far, has been a pretty resounding 'no.')
So it can be a bit lonely, which means that I find myself doing things like talking to my cat.
What I'm saying is... it may have affected my sanity. But man, I'm getting so much done now!
Cheers and stay nocturnal, friends,
Bryan (and Brandon)
Music: Warren Zevon
Beer: Mirror Pond