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Oct. 19th, 2016 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeSo I tried the new bedtime thing on the iPhone last night. I think it kind of worked? Difficult to tell without further data, a data point of one isn't very useful. But then this morning my alarm went off and I smacked it and lay in bed dozing for another few minutes, and these birds outside my window wouldn't fucking shut up. Which isn't unusual except that it's mid-October, but not unusual in general, there is a regular nest of birds every spring literally outside the balcony door. Under the eaves of the house, so I'm all "jesus fuck birds, don't you know it's almost winter why the fuck are you so cheerful."
Then I realized it wasn't birds outside my window. Or even at the back of the house. It was birds in my fucking phone. It turns out the bedtime app includes the alarm to wake up when you said you wanted to wake up function. So, birds. I gotta say though, as an addition to my usual alarm it is pretty effective in annoying me into getting up.
Still kind of feel half asleep now that I'm at work though, which probably has less to do with how much sleep I did or didn't get and more to do with binging sugar so I can get through all the craft show prep and then crashing like a motherfucker.
I had the semi-random impulse to write smut yesterday, which was funny both in that it was only semi random because there's at least two couples in various projects I'm working on that I want to just pull their heads out of their asses (they won't, at least one half of one of them dies, so) and in that it led to cobbling together out of discarded pieces and half-formed other character ideas, a whole other novel project. Oops. Braintwin can't even yell at me about this one because she was right there with me the whole time mua ha ha ha ha.
No, writing's going all right. I'm working on things, I'm even working on things despite the fact that I'm fucking exhausted. No idea how, but I am. Forward momentum. I'm going to get home tonight and I'm going to crash so hard I might fall asleep over my knitting. It's okay, crafts show month is almost over. And then it's Nanowrimo and Christmas in retail, heh.
Then I realized it wasn't birds outside my window. Or even at the back of the house. It was birds in my fucking phone. It turns out the bedtime app includes the alarm to wake up when you said you wanted to wake up function. So, birds. I gotta say though, as an addition to my usual alarm it is pretty effective in annoying me into getting up.
Still kind of feel half asleep now that I'm at work though, which probably has less to do with how much sleep I did or didn't get and more to do with binging sugar so I can get through all the craft show prep and then crashing like a motherfucker.
I had the semi-random impulse to write smut yesterday, which was funny both in that it was only semi random because there's at least two couples in various projects I'm working on that I want to just pull their heads out of their asses (they won't, at least one half of one of them dies, so) and in that it led to cobbling together out of discarded pieces and half-formed other character ideas, a whole other novel project. Oops. Braintwin can't even yell at me about this one because she was right there with me the whole time mua ha ha ha ha.
No, writing's going all right. I'm working on things, I'm even working on things despite the fact that I'm fucking exhausted. No idea how, but I am. Forward momentum. I'm going to get home tonight and I'm going to crash so hard I might fall asleep over my knitting. It's okay, crafts show month is almost over. And then it's Nanowrimo and Christmas in retail, heh.