Why I Am Dumb
18 January 2001
5:36 PM: I don't know. I don't know why I am dumb. But I am.
Anyways. I wrote up a whole long thing about going to the sleep clinic today and then the form ate it. I don't feel like retyping it. I went early, they were late, doctor said, here's what you do: Get Up and Get Outside. No fancy tricks with lightboxes or schedules. Just pick a time, and get up at that time every day. And within 5 to 10 minutes of waking up, be outside with the sun shining fully in my face. Every day. Meaning in particular Saturday and Sunday. Doesn't matter when I go to sleep.
Oh, and by the way - No Napping.
What is life without sleeping in and napping afterwards? Geez, why not tell me I should give up beer and quit smoking while you're at it?
He also said that I should maybe stop reading at night since it was obviously too interesting to me and keeping me awake. What is this new life worth? "You'll have more time to go get stuff done." What stuff? I don't do anything! I don't want to do anything!
I'm having some resistance. Plus the Geary bus was really slow and these fuckers ate all the Chips Ahoy! they had for Snack!® Today. Gr.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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