Post-Christmas Tally
Sleep has been very erratic once again, and its effect on my productivity has been disastrous. In the past several days, I have spent a grand total of about 30 hours awake, most of which was squandered playing play-money poker online. In short, I feel like a lazy sloth and I’m hating the feeling.
In my defense, I’ve been finding it nearly impossible to do anything productive in this apartment at all. It is simply too fucking small. It feels more like a cell than an apartment and in the 11 months I’ve been here, I haven’t opened the windows once because the gratings on the windows just make it feel even more like prison.
On the other hand, productivity is supposed to be a mental thing, so there’s that other part of me that just blames me for it. I doubt I would have been any more productive elsewhere. Of course, I’m hoping I’m mistaken on that count and that the new, much larger apartment I’m signing the lease for tomorrow will prove me wrong.
Christmas presents I got this year:
- 1 fleece throw.
- 2 books; Designing Web Usability and a Photoshop book I can’t quite remember the title of. I think it had “Web” in the title, though.
- 3 apparel items.
- A black shirt with a patch that reads, “Damn, I’m good.”
- Northface items, two of them; a cap of some kind, and a sweater-vest-thingy.
- 1 power tool. A first! Now I can call myself a man.
- 2 pillow cases, intended to be shared with Danica.
- I might be missing something, but the allure of Christmas gifts and gift-giving has long since lost its excitement.
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