I hate alarm clocks.
Actually I take that back. I have nothing against alarm clocks. They serve their function faithfully, and without questions, that purpose being to emit a loud noise at a precise moment in time.
What I hate, is my bodies unnatural ability to wait up five minutes before the alarm is set to go off. And it happens a lot.
If you wake up in the middle of the night of your own volition, like say two hours before you need to be awake, you can say "cool, I can sleep a bit longer". But when your bastard brain wakes you up just minutes before the party is set to start, what's the point of laying your head back down? May as well get up five minutes early. Doesn't stop me from stealing a few minutes of snuggle time with my quilt and pillow, but it's the principal of the matter.
What the hell?
So I looked it up.
From: http://www.biotele.com/facts.html
- The "natural alarm clock" which enables some people to wake up more or less when they want to is caused by a burst of the stress hormone adrenocorticotropin. Researchers say this reflects an unconscious anticipation of the stress of waking up.
Well, son of a bitch, I figured I was the type to overstress.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
I'm not fat, I'm just a Hobbit.
At 27 years old, I'm not as fat as I might think I am. Over the last few years, I've heard time and time again that I'm losing weight. I usually remain unconvinced of this when I look down as see this spherical bulge eminating from my person.
I never call myself fat, though. That would be a relatively defeatist way of going about it. I very much prefer to call myself "Hobbity". However, at 5'8, 5'9, depending on what convenience store I'm leaving, I'm pretty tall for a halfling.
I don't let my weight become a fixture of my day, and I really try to not take crap from people about it either. My sister and mother are probably the worst. Yeah yeah, I know they're family and mean well, but unlike them, I haven't mastered the fine art of sucking up nutrients from the air, so you'll excuse a guy for wanting to eat. My mother is also notorious for putting work in priority to her health, so as much as I love the woman to death, I take her advice with a grain of salt.
I never call myself fat, though. That would be a relatively defeatist way of going about it. I very much prefer to call myself "Hobbity". However, at 5'8, 5'9, depending on what convenience store I'm leaving, I'm pretty tall for a halfling.
I don't let my weight become a fixture of my day, and I really try to not take crap from people about it either. My sister and mother are probably the worst. Yeah yeah, I know they're family and mean well, but unlike them, I haven't mastered the fine art of sucking up nutrients from the air, so you'll excuse a guy for wanting to eat. My mother is also notorious for putting work in priority to her health, so as much as I love the woman to death, I take her advice with a grain of salt.
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