Delicate Balance of Sleep

Boys Need Sleep

I often find myself wishing that there were more hours in a day. I will be sitting on the subway and come up with a fantastic new idea for a new project to tackle, but trying to logistically fit this venture into my schedule proves next to impossible. I’ve got Omnifocus filled with lofty projects and ideas to tackle, but can never seem to find the time to even start step one.

The other day, while I was walking to work and contemplating an idea for a new website, it suddenly dawned on me. There is one element that I have control over in my struggle to find more hours in the day: the amount of time in which I sleep. I already have numerous other variables under control. I already keep myself pretty organized, have good time management skills, and am greatly improving my amount of motivation. The only remaining controllable element is sleep.

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Most of the highly successful people I know sleep way less per night than the average American. If I was able to simply emulate that, and use that extra time towards something productive, I would be on a path to achieve the same things. I’ve decided that I need to slowly train myself to need less sleep.

EasyWakeupPart of my desire to control my sleeping habits arose fairly recently when I realized how easy it was to literally quantify my sleeping habits. It’s all thanks to the iPhone application EasyWakeup. As soon as I got my iPhone about a year ago, I decided to invest in a good alarm clock program since I use my phone as my primary wake up device. As I was browsing through available applications, EasyWakeup caught my eye. It offered two features that really interested me. The first was the ability to set a wake up time range rather than a specific wake up time, and the second was the ability to chart and graph my sleeping habits and movements from throughout the night. Needless to say, I immediately purchased the program.

I will admit, at first it I found the application fairly creepy. I would wake up in the morning and immediately check the graph of movements from the previous night’s sleep. I wanted to see how much I tossed and turned at night. But looking at the graph created what I can most closely describe as an out-of-body experience. I would see the times at which I rolled over or moved the night before, consciously know that it was me, but would feel some sort of odd disconnect from the movements themselves. It was me, but it wasn’t, because I was asleep.

With regular use I was able to overcome the novelty of the application and really began to analyze my sleep data. It’s obvious that there are connections between the amount of time I sleep and my energy the next day, but now I was armed with tangible numbers. I was surprised to learn that my peak sleep time was six and a half to seven hours. Any more sleep than that was too much, and less sleep proved too little. It was great to have this knowledge, because I was able to set my alarm accordingly. If I ended up going to bed early, I would know to set my alarm a little earlier so as to not over sleep. Or if I accidentally stayed up later than I had wanted, I’d easily know when to set my alarm in the morning in order to be a fully functioning human being the next day.

My goal now is to gradually bring the amount of sleep I need from six and a half hours to approximately five to five and a half hours a night. That extra hour or hour and a half, if used correctly, could really help in getting things done. I can use that extra time to start a new project, or tack that time onto a project in which I’m already working, resulting in the ability to really focus on a task without worrying about being late for anything else.

Also, since I’m planning on starting school in the Spring (potentially taking full time classes in the mornings before working fifty hours a week at my job), needing less sleep would be the greatly beneficial. The less sleep I need, the better.

Sunrise over NYC

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My Music Listening Habits

At some point during the history of using iTunes as my main music organizer, the song Adia by Sarah McLaughlin was added to my computer. Not sure if I’ve ever actually listened to it, but it’s there.

On July 17, 2008 (I know the date because iTunes tells me), while I was out of the apartment running errands or the like, one of my cats climbed onto my laptop and happened to play the song Adia. On loop. One hundred and eighty eight times.

Now, whenever I run programs to assess my music listening habits and tastes, Adia by Sarah McLaughlin is always there, right at the top. It always throws everything off. But I just can’t bring myself to delete the song from my library.

A few days after this incident one of my housemates mentioned that they heard that song playing on loop. When I explained what happened, she seemed relieved. Turns out I wasn’t feeling suicidal.

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Great Adventues in New York City

This morning, I decided to walk to the Parkside Ave subway station to catch the train, and since the Q came before the B, I decided to hop on to stop by my PO Box before grabbing breakfast. After I grabbed my mail, I walked out of the post office and crossed Green St and stood on the corner waiting for the light to change so I could cross Canal St. I glanced west, back towards the post office, and had to take a double take. It was pouring on that side of the street. Out of no where. My side of the street was completely dry.

The light changed, and I crossed Canal St, keeping an eye on the rain, trying to figure out if it was going to follow and overcome me. I still had over a half a mile walk to where I was going.

I continued walking north on Greene St, and lost sight of the line of rain. After a couple blocks, I felt a few drops on my head. It had caught up. I made a right turn at the next intersection, and decided to continue north on Mercer. It was still sprinkling, but not very bad. I was able to make it all the way to Broadway and Bond Street without getting soaked.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and glanced outside. It was pouring. I mean, it has since stopped, but I was able to miss any downpour.

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Praise The Lord

As the train pulled up this morning, I noticed a whole section of seats where no one was sitting. This is an odd occurrence. As soon as I got in, I realized why: someone spilled something all over the bench. On top of that, there was an ominous looking elderly black woman standing right there. She appeared to be potentially homeless/crazy, so I walked to the middle of the train to stand and read, rather than staying near the end of the car with the dirty seats and her.

We got a few stops into the trip, when she started yelling/singing out of nowhere. At the top of her lungs, and with all her might, she starting singing about hating lesbians, loving Jesus, and urging people to stay away from her. She repeated this refrain over and over, making the people at that end of the train regret staying there.

About a minute into her song, a gentleman standing next to me cleared his throat, and yelled, over the singing woman, that he wanted everyone’s attention. He proclaimed that Jesus doesn’t hate the lesbians or the gays, only their homosexual ACTIONS. Then he went on yelling about the love of Christ, while the woman kept singing her anti-lesbian-get-away-from-me song.

Then another gentleman, standing next to me as well, joined into the shouting by beginning to pray quite loudly. He thanked Jesus Christ, told him he loved him.

This continued for another three stops, during which time the rest of the train was able to bond simply by making eye contact with each other. The two yelling gentlemen, while continuing their words of praise to Jesus, walked through the car towards the singing woman. They then stood on that side of the train, yelling and singing as loud as they could, until I got off at the next stop to change trains.

I’m trying to figure out if they were all together originally, but I doubt it. The woman seemed less than pleased when the two men joined her. Or maybe she was just upset thinking about a girl sticking her tongue in another girl’s snatch. I have no way of knowing.

But at least I got my daily dose of Jesus. Praise the Lord.

His will be done, and no dykes.

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