Today’s Deep Thought

The day goes by much faster if you sleep until 11:30 am.

I would suspect it would go by even faster if you slept until 11:30 pm, but I didn’t do that.

18 Comments on “Today’s Deep Thought”

  1. When I started having 8:30 AM classes, I was like ‘wow, days are all long and stuff. no wonder people get tired before 2AM.’

    But then, I’m of the opinion that there should be some kind of law against scheduling classes before 10AM, so go figure.

  2. As I have, in fact, slept until 11:30PM (many times, the most notable being the time I started at 3AM… I could sleep for the Olympics), I can verify this. But you end up just freaking yourself out by being awake all night, unless you’re used to it.

    Plus, there are these things I hear tell of called “jobs” or “school” or “responsibilities” that may interfere with your sleeping plans.

  3. amandageddon – She is a slacker of the highest order, a geek of not so much, went back to school to become an even bigger geek and possibly get paid for it. She loves it when a plan comes together.

    Wow. I’d already been at work for three hours when you woke up. :-P

    Like Annalee, I think anything before 10-11 am should be illegal. Because it’s too damn early.

  4. I slept till 12:30. I’m also of the opinion that once the singularity comes and we can hack reality, one of the first things we should do is to make the day longer. More sleeping time, more awake time, and everyone will be on the same page.

  5. A couple of years ago, when I was Not Conventionally Employed (but not Officially Unemployed either – I was living cheap off savings and odd jobs while looking for work that would pay enough to be worth getting up in the morning, but I digress) I discovered that my day really ought to be about 28 hours long – 19 awake, 9 asleep, lather, rinse, repeat. It meant that I had six long “awakes” and six shorter “asleeps” during a conventional week, and people eventually stopped calling me when they figured out my phone was pretty muchalways off (since I was either sleeping or being creative, neither one of which bears interruption by fools, damned or otherwise.)

    Those were the days… now if only I could figure out how to make a living that way…

  6. Wusses! For 55 years I got up at 6am or earlier every day! If you sleep until 11am or noon, you miss half the day! Now that I am retired I sleep in until 7 most mornings.

    My personal record is sleeping until 2pm, but that was on new years day after a very nice sexy person had showed me good reasons to stay up really late the night before.

  7. Early riser, all full of his own smugness: “Some of us get up in the morning.”

    Me, really sick of his constant implications that night owls are lazy: “Some of us stay up late.”

    Him, blinking: “Huh. Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

    Me, nearly snarling: “Yes. Yes it is.”


    That was a conversation I had 15 years ago, and I’m still annoyed.

    On a slightly less snarly note – I love my job. :) I can work whenever I want, which usually translates to 2-4pm in and 10pm-12am out. This works out much better for me than attempting to get up in the mornings.

  8. Yep, I managed to do the same thing today. And I still fell asleep in front of the TV this afternoon!

  9. MWT, I had a job like that once. I let my natural circadian rhythms take over and I drifted into working 8pm to 4am, Sunday through Thursday. I hit the sack just as the newspaper hit the front door screen, slept ’til around noon, got up and hung out with my friend who were still in college and tended to have unusual breaks during the conventional day.

    Friday? Up at 5:00 to accompany the wife shopping. Saturday, up at 5:30 because the cat found an empty blister pack from some cold pills and decided to play hockey on the bathroom floor.

  10. #11 Matt:
    Obviously you don’t have teenagers, yet. At which point, 11:30 am is the earliest it is safe to awaken the monster on non-school days.

  11. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang O.C., by any means necessary

    I’m terribly jealous that you are allowed to sleep so late. Even on my days off, the kid wakes me up no later than 8AM, unless advised otherwise by the wife.

    The opposite of the day going by quicker is that you get less done than on days when you get up at 6AM or say 5:40AM. But then you’re asleep wicked early, too.

  12. Normally I’m up during the week by 5:30am for work. One the weekends I like to sleep in when I can. Yes, most of the day go bye that way, but it’s better than having to stuff myself full of caffeine to just feel normal.

  13. Man, I just can’t sleep like that anymore! Doh! I used to be able to sleep ’till noon, get up, have a sandwich, get a shower, and take a sweet sweeet nap.

    Now my damn eyes pop open at 7, even if it’s my day to sleep in! Dang. It’s the only think I hate about getting older than 35.

  14. Carol Elaine – Spend my days being creative with acting stuff & cleaning up after animals for money. Spend my evenings cleaning cat puke for free. 'Tis a glamorous life.
    Carol Elaine

    Early riser, all full of his own smugness: “Some of us get up in the morning.”

    Me, really sick of his constant implications that night owls are lazy: “Some of us stay up late.”

    And some of us do both.

    I’ve been a night owl for as long as I can remember and never a morning person, but I got up early because school and work required it. I worked the graveyard shift for about a year and a half because I thought, as a night owl, it would be better for me. Instead it screwed up my internal clock something fierce.

    I’ve since had jobs where I could saunter out of bed around 9am and work at home in my jammies and jobs where I needed to be at work by 6:30am. And I’ve generally stayed up late regardless of when I had to be out of bed.

    These days I have to be at work around 8am. Since it takes me over an hour to get to work by bus, I’m out of bed by 6am, if not earlier. I still go to bed around 11pm or midnight.

    I am still not a morning person. However, I do tend to be my most productive in the morning, which is just weird. I think it’s because my brain has not yet been cluttered with the crap from the day, so it’s easier for me to focus.

  15. I would suspect it would go by even faster if you slept until 11:30 pm

    Now imagine going to sleep at just after midnight to wake up at 11:30pm. Really short day that one turns out to be. I did it once (it involved plenty of non-sleep in the week before).

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