OK, this is just annoying now.

So it happened again last night. Despite drugging myself with Contact-C and Nyquil I still woke up after about three and a half hours sleep. I managed to approach sleep a few times, but never really got there. I'm not quite as messed up as I was yesterday and came into work. I can't operate like this. I had wanted to go check out Kim's new night at Atlantis tonight, but I won't be doing it in this state. I'll be lucky to make it though the workday without little square divots in my forehead.

I managed to sleep yesterday morning and felt fine in the afternoon. My body seems to be rebelling against standard hours and I'd be doing fine if I could get one 3-4 hour nap in the evening and another 3-4 hour nap in the morning. Regular working hours make that impossible, though. It's times like this were I miss pure consulting. Mind you, I don't miss the erratic income and having to khow-tow to moronic clients when pickings were slim.

I'm convinced that my problem is stemming from insufficient exercise. When I was walking to and from work when I was living where Nick and Sandi are now, I was much more energetic. Even the hike to the bus in North Van had it's merits. There are disadvantages to living a block from work. So, starting today, the elevator at work is off limits. I'll feel better when walking up to the 11^th floor ceases to be difficult. Right now it feels just about as difficult as the walk to work was when I first started doing it.

And, no. I have no intention of attending the human gerbil cage across the street.