Partying certainly screws up my sleeping. It didn't used to and people still keep giving me the "what, you can't a sleep after two glasses of wine?" attitude. But in 33 years things apparently have changed. No, I can't get a decent sleep after two glasses of wine (even though more often it's two beers aka Coronas). So I was surprised last Thursday, when I came home at midnight and pretty much died to my bed after three times two glasses of wine. Of course the problems are there next day. Despite of past night's activities going to work at 9h means that you'll be a zombie rest of the day. It didn't help that this time the zombie worked until 20h. It wasn't as bad as it sounds (although I haven't spoken to my head editor about the quality yet), but as I biked home and went to get a take-away pizza (that's like first time in...two years?), I could have rolled over right there at the Round House of Hakaniemi and closed my eyes. Luckily I had enough energy to go home and happily ignored all the invites for Friday beer (or two).
I slept for 11,5 hours, and as I woke up on Saturday at 10h 30, I could have slept a lot more. No dreams, nothing, just a blissful, time-depriving sleep. I was going to continue the activity, but then I figured the coming night's DJ gig won't last that long and I get to go home back to my bed a midnight at the latest.
Little did I know that I'd actually meet people who are fun and smart and wonderful and who liked to stay in the nightclub-nobody-had-been-before until the end. I was quite stressed and excited about the gig itself and didn't even notice that I gulped down four glasses of sparkly wine while playing the music. And I won't start thinking how many GT's went down in the club. I was ready to go home around 2 a.m. but then somebody came talking and we went to get another one and... Well, I had certainly missed my last tram. Even the last call didn't save me. I won't get any deeper into the events that followed since this is not a gossip blog, but the bed wasn't completely mine until 6.30 a.m.
The strange thing was that I only slept for a few hours, three at the most. I was already shopping for morning coffee milk at 10.30. The tiredness after all excitement didn't get to me before afternoon, when I took a short nap of one hour and then just tried to stay up until the weekly portion of Poirot was over. I barely managed it. And I have to admit it: I took one melatonin pill 19h30, just to be safe.
Wonder how long I can work today. It's a deadline week and we're trying to get everything done my tomorrow. And then begins the Love & Anarchy... Oh my.
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