So I've been making good progress on becoming a morning person. That is, until a few weeks ago.
Sometime after crashing Mary's bike, my old nightself made a comeback I couldn't believe. I went from getting up cheerily(ish) before 8 to stumbling from bed to couch for a nap at around 11. It was weird how quickly it happened.
Then I got sick. I NEVER get sick! Even when I do get sick, it's only barely sick (I barely had a cold), but since I never get sick, getting sick destroys me. I have ultimate respect for those who still manage to do something with themselves through sickness1, because it only takes a tiny amount to make me completely worthless. As evidence of my inability to do anything at all when incommoded, I offer Exhibit A:
Exhibit A: click to enlarge
Clearly I got sick sometime around weeks 4 and 5 of my 10,000 pages goal. Luckily I had been such an overachiever earlier on.
1 Before gloating, read The Journal of a Disappointed Man. And I'm not talking about pain; that's different.
1 comment:
Consistently going to bed at a reasonable hour is difficult. But pogi harlsu opda (sorry - this computer doesn't have Korean characters). J and I have decided it's probably the most important thing to getting a good start on the next day and keeping ongoing productivity throughout the week.
If only you had that unlimited free pizza pass. You might not have gotten sick from what I presume was malnutrition.
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