Sorry to be so boring already, but this is how this blog is going to be: a record of my sleeping and things that seem to effect it's quality, length and such, nothing more, nothing less.
Last night was awful. As I got home before 20h I had already decided that I have to be tired enough to sleep without melatonin. How wrong I was. I realised already by 23h that the night won't be a picnic in the park, but in that point there was no point taking the pill anymore. Turned off the tv at midnight and tossed and turned in my bed until 2.30. I guess I fell asleep by three o'clock and had generous 4 hours of sleep after putting the alarm ahead for one hour more. Not that it had made a difference: 3 or 4 hours, same difference.
I'm surprised I survived the deadline day this well and managed to stay at work the solid 8,5 hours. I sneaked out 17.30 and took care of some things and almost by accident walked home. That was probably the best idea I've had for a while. I haven't exactly had the danger of catching a fresh air poisoning in the past week.
But now the magazine #10/2011 is in the print and I'm getting ready to watch some films. Love & Anarchy (or the Helsinki Film Festival, as they like to call it) won't start until Thursday, but I have to take a look at one press preview tomorrow. Or two. We'll see. And then gym. Can't wait that either! It's been too long.
But first: 3 grams of melatonin, genmaicha tea and sleep.
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