Jet-lag is a brute. Each time I come to NY it seems to take longer to adjust. Each night/morning, I wake, bright as a cherry at 4am; and slowly sag to formaldehyde blue by daylight.
4am is around the “The Hour of the Wolf.” Sounds v.cool; like you become some indigenous super-hero transformer dude, astral travelling to the karmic realms and kicking the shit out of unicorns, but actually it’s just when your body temperature is lowest, your sleep supposedly deepest and your body at its most vulnerable. If you are going to die in your sleep, this is the most likely time.
Also, should a wolf attack, he would win.
But being unnecessarily awake also creates time. Time for stuff to be done. I tell you, if you could survive on three hours sleep a night, you’d rule….I dunno…someplace.
Some productive things I’ve done in absence of sleep:
– mispronounced genre nine different ways in my podcast.
-Lost 1.8 virtual million dollars on Facebook Poker, so played Jetman instead.
-Googled Poe and tried to commit The Raven to memory. There’s a bird right?
-Downloaded three or four years worth of podcasts. If you like The Philosophy Zone, you may also like BigTittycast.
-Watched the nice Indian man open his donut store and wondered if it was creepy for me to be first there every morning.
– Sat silently and stared at Leah as she slept. (Also on guard for wolves)
It’s daylight now. Sleep genie is stroking my eye-lids, but I gotta stay hard. We’re heading down to try for Rush tickets for Spiderman: Turn off the Dark, which, I’m trusting I will love.
I mean, $60mill/ Super-hero/Musical.
Clearly I’m not the only one with ideas at 4am.
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