productive
yesterday was productive in an eerie way. i got up at 5:30 to drive dr. wintermute to the airport (she's in LA for a girls weekend). when i got home, i was feeling kind of tired, so i decided to do something that i do about five times a year: drink coffee. yes, living on the edge.
dr. w claims that i exaggerate how sensitive i am to caffeine, and i'll admit that i 1) like to embelish stories 2) the effect can be psychosomatic. however, it feels real to me.
so, i downed one mug of coffee. from 7:00am to 2:00pm, i worked non-stop. i was barely hungry when i noticed the clock, so i came downstairs to make some lunch at 2:00. i then worked until 6:00pm, and finished a bunch of work stuff. i'm usually drained by the end of the workweek, and typically spend the last two hours of my friday writing in my work journal (helps me focus on priorities and plan ahead, i'm trying to be more like hari seldon). instead, i powered through more tasks and work. i actually finished my friday task list and started on monday's.
at 6:00, i wanted a break, but i wasn't close to hungry. so i decided to treat myself to some guitar time. figured that i'd play for an hour or so and then eat leftovers.
more than three hours later, at 9:45, i finally stopped playing. not because i was tired, but because i wanted to get more things done. so i ate leftovers and watched some tv. then i cleaned the house for two-and-a-half more hours. i swept all of the floors, mopped all of the floors, vacuumed upstairs, took out the garbage, shredded a month of junk mail, and cleaned up the basement. at 12:30, i was still too alert to go to sleep. so i read for ninety minutes. at 2:00am, i finally turned out the lights.
i suppose i would habituate to coffee, but shit, if life were like this everyday, i would build my empire by 35 instead of by 45.
dr. w claims that i exaggerate how sensitive i am to caffeine, and i'll admit that i 1) like to embelish stories 2) the effect can be psychosomatic. however, it feels real to me.
so, i downed one mug of coffee. from 7:00am to 2:00pm, i worked non-stop. i was barely hungry when i noticed the clock, so i came downstairs to make some lunch at 2:00. i then worked until 6:00pm, and finished a bunch of work stuff. i'm usually drained by the end of the workweek, and typically spend the last two hours of my friday writing in my work journal (helps me focus on priorities and plan ahead, i'm trying to be more like hari seldon). instead, i powered through more tasks and work. i actually finished my friday task list and started on monday's.
at 6:00, i wanted a break, but i wasn't close to hungry. so i decided to treat myself to some guitar time. figured that i'd play for an hour or so and then eat leftovers.
more than three hours later, at 9:45, i finally stopped playing. not because i was tired, but because i wanted to get more things done. so i ate leftovers and watched some tv. then i cleaned the house for two-and-a-half more hours. i swept all of the floors, mopped all of the floors, vacuumed upstairs, took out the garbage, shredded a month of junk mail, and cleaned up the basement. at 12:30, i was still too alert to go to sleep. so i read for ninety minutes. at 2:00am, i finally turned out the lights.
i suppose i would habituate to coffee, but shit, if life were like this everyday, i would build my empire by 35 instead of by 45.
posted by Wintermute at 10:27 AM
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