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So I was so exhausted yesterday I made dinner and then… let’s back up, it wasn’t dinner. See, on Monday, when I was convinced I was Over My Jet Lag, we made a whole plan of meals for the week, I defrosted a whole chicken and did four loads of laundry, and Dude went grocery shopping to support this plan of Four Meals From One Chicken which is a thing I’ve done many times, and i was so full of hope and ideas and energy and such.
So last night I was like ok, I can make chicken alfredo, butternut squash soup, or chicken pilaf for dinner tonight.
I’d dragged myself home from what felt like 20 hours at work, and my watch was telling me that on Kyrgyzstan time it’s 4am, and my body was telling me it was midnight three days from now, and I looked at the containers, and feebly thought about how if I wanted bread I’d have to have started it rising in the morning so the soup was out, and if I wanted alfredo I don’t have a recipe and would have to figure it out as I went, and if I wanted what was the fourth thing again? I already forgot what the fourth thing was again.
So I pulled out the leftover roast vegetables and the leg quarter and two wings I’d cut off the chicken, and threw them in a frying pan and fried them and said it was dinner. (I also made a halfhearted attempt to deglaze the pan with sherry and make a pan sauce because all the chicken skin stuck to the pan. It had mixed success, in that nothing caught fire.) Then I drank half a beer, gave up on life, and went to bed.
It was like. 7pm.
I woke up at 11pm realizing i’d made a mistake. But, well. There was nothing for it; I rolled over and went back to bed. And sure enough, I woke up at 3am, my body convinced it was one in the afternoon, or maybe Saturday night, it really isn’t sure at this point. And I thought, oh no, I’m going to Suffer.
So I rolled over again, and then it was 5am, and I blinked a bit, and the cat came to see me so we snuggled, and then I blinked again and it was like 6:30.
So I just had like, 10 hours of sleep in 12 hours, which isn’t bad, and now maybe I can face today?
The fact that my office has no way to see the outdoors is really wearing on me, though, and it’s only getting worse as the season progresses, and that sucks. It should be illegal to have workspaces without windows.
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So I was so exhausted yesterday I made dinner and then… let’s back up, it wasn’t dinner. See, on Monday, when I was convinced I was Over My Jet Lag, we made a whole plan of meals for the week, I defrosted a whole chicken and did four loads of laundry, and Dude went grocery shopping to support this plan of Four Meals From One Chicken which is a thing I’ve done many times, and i was so full of hope and ideas and energy and such.
So last night I was like ok, I can make chicken alfredo, butternut squash soup, or chicken pilaf for dinner tonight.
I’d dragged myself home from what felt like 20 hours at work, and my watch was telling me that on Kyrgyzstan time it’s 4am, and my body was telling me it was midnight three days from now, and I looked at the containers, and feebly thought about how if I wanted bread I’d have to have started it rising in the morning so the soup was out, and if I wanted alfredo I don’t have a recipe and would have to figure it out as I went, and if I wanted what was the fourth thing again? I already forgot what the fourth thing was again.
So I pulled out the leftover roast vegetables and the leg quarter and two wings I’d cut off the chicken, and threw them in a frying pan and fried them and said it was dinner. (I also made a halfhearted attempt to deglaze the pan with sherry and make a pan sauce because all the chicken skin stuck to the pan. It had mixed success, in that nothing caught fire.) Then I drank half a beer, gave up on life, and went to bed.
It was like. 7pm.
I woke up at 11pm realizing i’d made a mistake. But, well. There was nothing for it; I rolled over and went back to bed. And sure enough, I woke up at 3am, my body convinced it was one in the afternoon, or maybe Saturday night, it really isn’t sure at this point. And I thought, oh no, I’m going to Suffer.
So I rolled over again, and then it was 5am, and I blinked a bit, and the cat came to see me so we snuggled, and then I blinked again and it was like 6:30.
So I just had like, 10 hours of sleep in 12 hours, which isn’t bad, and now maybe I can face today?
The fact that my office has no way to see the outdoors is really wearing on me, though, and it’s only getting worse as the season progresses, and that sucks. It should be illegal to have workspaces without windows.
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