Surviving On Less Than Three Hours Sleep
Last night at work, 20 minutes before midnight and the end of my scheduled shift, I found out that the person who usually replaces me at that time was on vacation. This meant my shift would be a little longer – like two hours longer. That’s fine, because I will be paid for the OT. But the problem was that I have class at 8 a.m. on Mondays. And because I take the train, I have to get up at 5 a.m.
I got home and to bed around 2:30 a.m., and woke up just a little later at my usual Monday wake-up time.
Going into a three-hour philosophy class could have created problems for me, as far as staying awake. But I think I only closed my eyes once in what became a shortened class. Not sure how long my eyes were closed, but on less than three hours sleep, I survived the first hurdle of the day.
The second hurdle is coming up in 30 minutes. But it being my favourite class, I don’t think I’m going to fight the Sandman. I’ll go down for the count.
Part of my shift last night was covering the 78th Academy Awards. I’ll be quick here.
First, I think Jon Stewart was all right, but nowhere near his capabilities.
Second, of the nominated films for best picture, I had only seen Crash. I liked it, so I’m glad it won.
Third, it was a huge plus that the ceremony finished in three-and-a-half hours. I was expecting a marathon, but that thankfully didn’t happen.