Slice of Chaotic Life

Well, it worked, kind of. I set my timer to 2 hours and went to bed around midnight, or that is what I firmly believe. Still, it was well past 3 when I woke from its chime. Either I misremember badly, or the thing tried to wake me for an hour. That is not impossible, for there was more goo in my bronchi than I expected. Unfortunately my bedroom is right below the bedroom of the Muslims, so if they sleep as lightly as I would have done if I grew up in a war zone, they probably woke up an hour before I did from the chime. I dragged my old, cheap guest mattress to the master bedroom (once I had coughed up enough goop) and went to sleep there. I like to think I was just kind and my decision has nothing to do with the reputation of Muslims as eager to stab people over and over and over if they don’t like them.

Anyway, the move turned out to be a good idea. The mattress is rather on the thin side, or perhaps it is its old age, but it is kind of hard. As in, you can kind of feel the floor through it, but it is still much better than nothing. It took me a while to fall asleep the first time (I considered brainwave entrainment but decided against it) but after that I slept repeatedly in 2-hour intervals. Whether it was because of shallower sleep or shorter sleep or some allergen in the bedroom, I was much less bothered by goo this time. So that was a success. I could even go to work in the morning at normal time, and did not fall asleep at work.

I should probably do a couple sessions of brainwave entrainment through the evening and try the 2-hour sleep policy again tonight. Given that I consider survival a success, I rather wish to continue succeeding. I am still occasionally coughing up some chewy toy, so I think it is a bit early to go back to normal.