It is 0437 on a Tuesday morning. I have a scraggly unkempt four-day neckbeard. I finished exams last Friday and haven't been called into work yet (they keep saying "well Jeff, there's nothing to do for clients...", and then I roll over and go back to sleep), and thereby have no reason to leave the house. No reason to leave the house, no reason to shave, right?
I am awake for reasons I don't really know, but can probably be attributed to the double-dose of brandless Excedrin I took an hour ago, which resulted in the first rush of caffeine to my system since the latte I consumed last Friday before my exam. I'm not an addict anymore, so a couple hundred mg of caffeine has an actual effect on me now, for the first time in decades.
Rather than doing something productive, like working on bringing back Newsninja, or helping get the new server running, or updating outdated bits of my Usenet guide or sleeping, I'm level grinding my crew in Pokémon Diamond so I can beat it and finally stop playing.
I think this might be rock bottom for me. I have become one of the lowest forms of life on the internet: Pasty Nocturnal Shut-in Effectively-Unemployed Neckbearded Pokémon Nerd.
Time to turn off my DS, shave, sleep for eight hours and then venture out into the world for a bit. Perhaps I will buy something, and be a good little consumer. It will be better than this. [05.08.07@04:03]
Neckbeard - Shaven. Check.
Pokémon Savegame - Deleted. Check.
Sleep - Up next...
I already feel like a productive member of society again. [05.08.07@05:07]
Look at me! I can finish redesigns! [05.16.07@18:09]
Sometimes I worry when I find myself watching shows like How It's Made for extended periods. I think that perhaps programming I received as a very young child thanks to Mr Rogers resulted in this. All those hours upon hours I must have spent, gleefully watching crayons and creamy-style peanut butter being made. I fear that now when I stumble across an episode of How It's Made, or a segment of Modern Marvels or what have you, my mind is lulled into a malleable state of inaction.
They don't even have to be making something I care about, or even something interesting. Usually they aren't. Hell, writing this just now has been made difficult because I can't stop alt-tabbing over to Dscaler to see how this random Canadian artisan makes tiny wax baby Jesuses (Jesii?). I don't care about these tiny wax baby Jesii, seeing how they cut away excess wax from the casting process does not enrich my life, but I can't look away. I feel I'm lucky that this doesn't get aired more frequently than it already is, because I fear if it were on any more I'd never get anything done. [05.18.07@09:10]
So. Insomnia.
Pro: Being awake at 0730 ET means you can watch decade-old reruns of Legends of the Hidden Temple on Nickelodeon.
Con: Sleep is enjoyable and nice. You like sleep, remember?
I don't know about you, but the pros are looking pretty sweet right now. Maybe it's just because it's 0745 and I haven't slept for over 30 hours, though. [05.29.07@06:47]