My sleep schedule is so completely messed up. Most days, I go to bed around 4 and fall asleep around 5. And I inevitably wake up in the middle of the night (okay, afternoon), when the neighbor's dog goes nuts because the mailman just shoved the day's mail into the mail slot... JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY OF THE DOG'S ENTIRE LIFE. (Yeah, yeah, except Sundays. Maybe the mutt would be used to it by now if the mail came on Sundays, too.)

Anyway, the dog barking wakes me up, and I putter around for a while until the lack of a full night's sleep hits my brain and I pass out again for waaaaay longer than I should. Yesterday, I woke up from this little nap at 4.

In order to correct this, I'm going to attempt to stay up for the rest of the day, until around 10 or 11. It remains to be seen if I'll actually succeed. I've only attempted a body clock reset this once before, and I think I collapsed around 7 PM. This probably isn't the smartest thing I could be doing, but it beats pissing away my days for the foreseeable future.

I had a friend in college who had an animation film project due (I'm talking stop-motion stuff, not drawn-on-paper animation) and stayed up working on it for FIVE DAYS without sleep. I think he said he knew he was finished when he blacked out.

I eventually saw the film. It was brilliant. It was like Gumby on acid.

And then there's the time that my friend Fraction tried staying up for a week or something. By the end of it, he was hallucinating. He said he left a message on a friend's answering machine about how he'd discovered the meaning of life in the lyrics to Mr. Belvedere's theme song.

I doubt I'll approach that level of madness, but who can say? I'll attempt to leave Blogger updates throughout the day. Or I'll just pass out and have that nightmare about going grocery shopping on an aircraft carrier again. Only time (and my subconscious) will tell.