I feel that way often too. John doesn't have to get up as early as I do, and can therefore stay up late. Midnight is really as late as I can feasibly push my bedtime, and that still means I'll be too sluggish in the morning to get up and out on time. But if I go to bed before him, that means I sometimes miss out on my much-anticipated warm-the-bed snuggles.
I can also tell that the hours my body wants to keep naturally don't line up with my schedule. Left to my own devices, I would stay up late and wake up late. Even if I go to bed early on a Friday night, my body doesn't want to wake up until after 10 the next morning.
But four hours?! I could never participate in that study. If I accumulate too much sleep debt, my emotions develop a hair-trigger, and the littlest thing will make me burst into tears. Sometimes it will even be something that makes me bust out laughing first. I laugh really hard, then start crying, and everyone looks at me in concern and horror and asks why I'm crying, and I just go, "I don't know! I'm just tired, no, really, I'm just tired."
When I interned, I would nab my mom's keys to nap in the car during my lunch hour. Some days I lived for those naps.
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Date: 2009-12-07 05:35 pm (UTC)I can also tell that the hours my body wants to keep naturally don't line up with my schedule. Left to my own devices, I would stay up late and wake up late. Even if I go to bed early on a Friday night, my body doesn't want to wake up until after 10 the next morning.
But four hours?! I could never participate in that study. If I accumulate too much sleep debt, my emotions develop a hair-trigger, and the littlest thing will make me burst into tears. Sometimes it will even be something that makes me bust out laughing first. I laugh really hard, then start crying, and everyone looks at me in concern and horror and asks why I'm crying, and I just go, "I don't know! I'm just tired, no, really, I'm just tired."
When I interned, I would nab my mom's keys to nap in the car during my lunch hour. Some days I lived for those naps.