Nowhere has my life-long night-owl status been more prevalent than when I'm in a situation involving 'normal' working hours. If I had it my way, bed time would be around midnight to one a.m., my alarm would go off around 10am and my day would begin in earnest around noon. But here I am, in bed at 10:30pm (and it feels like a late bedtime since everyone else was upstairs over an hour ago), my alarm set for just after 6:00am, and with me needing to be in the van before 7, ready for the day.
Many people mistake this odd ideal timeframe for laziness. I disagree. During my waking hours I am just as productive as anyone else, occasionally even more so, because for some pathological reason my brain prefers scrubbing kitchens at midnight and lounging around before noon. Alas, my brain is currently overruled by my body, along with a pretty clear contract. If I want to feed it, I have to adapt to this alien schedule. You'd think after nine weeks I would be used to it.. no such luck.
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