Feeling My Age
[personal]
Just over a week ago, there was a deadline at work. Now, I might have had a chance to complete my part of the work, but some unforeseen issues presented themselves, and suffice to say I ended up staying at work all Wednesday night. Wednesday is usually taiko practice (where I'm the newly elected artistic director and there was a performance coming up, but that's a whole 'nother story), but I delegated the practice - and the performance - to other people and went back to work.
Thursday and Friday I worked a rather bleary-eyed but otherwise normal couple of work days. I didn't meet the deadline in the end, but it wasn't a drop-dead sort of deadline, so we were okay. On Saturday, some friends had planned an afternoon and evening DVD movie party. Three movies were on the menu, but I was still a bit too tired, so I kept on sleeping and arrived late to the party.
On my way driving there, I recall experiencing several little "surprises" - such as "hey, where did that car come from?" and "whoops, I didn't notice the car in front of me was braking" - all of which made me realize that I was not as sharp as I should be, to be on the road. Yikes.
It wasn't until Sunday I felt fully conscious again. Just in time to catch up on writing up the schedule and curriculum for the taiko apprentice group, whose first class was Tuesday. Out of the frying pan, and... tossed back into the frying pan. *sigh*
See, in my university days, I pulled all-nighters every few weeks. I recovered from them within a day or two. My most extreme exercise in sleep deprivation at school was a stretch between a Monday morning and Friday morning, during which I'd only gotten about five or six hours of sleep total. I slept all day and night Friday, and felt at least somewhat reasonable on Saturday.
Those days are past. I will never pull an all-nighter again in my life.
