Coming up on 6 days in a row with no oversleeping.. not too shambly.
What's been helping me TONS is the game Battlefield 2. Now... I'm not much of a gamer. In fact, I'm not a gamer at all. This is the only game on my computer. I don't know what it is about this game - maybe it's the bullet sounds, maybe it's because it requires constant attention, or maybe it just engages me at just the right level, but this game keeps me awake.
Better than that, it wakes me up. I can come out of a nap completely bleary eyed, barely able to focus on the screen... 20 minutes of Battlefield 2, and I'm ready to cook breakfast, do laundry, and work on my site.
Now every time I start getting tired... I just play battlefield for a quick 20 minutes and I'm back to normal.
I got a new fishtank, too... it keeps me surprisingly awake. I think one of the fish likes me.
That's a great idea! You just reminded me that I had the same idea for Warcraft 3 to keep me awake when I'm getting tired when I start the adjustment period. I have to be careful with that game currently though. I certainly can't play right before bed. It's more stimulating than a cup of coffee and will keep me up for hours after playing. It requires total concentration and focus to be engaged, less I sink hopelessly behind and lose any chance of winning. Sometimes I get so much energy while I'm playing that my hand starts shaking so uncontrollably that I have trouble using the mouse. :-P
The grapes i'm eating are dirty. I've tried washing them, but the dirt is stuck to the skin. Luckily they're organic, so I'm just asuming that massive character is being built. You know, because I still need more character after SEVEN DAYS OF STAYING AWAKE.
I'm feeling pretty great today. The reason? Projects. Let's start with the only project I've done so far:
PROJECT ULTIMATE ALARM CLOCK
March 10, 2010. Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Late morning.
I pulled on my swim trunks, trainers, and a tank top and walked out of my little guesthouse room, sliding through the cramped restaurant strewn with tables, and out into the hot, dusty air of Phnom Penh. It's a hot day. It'll be good to swim after lifting weights.
I said, "No no, thank you" to the tuk-tuk drivers offering to take me somewhere in the city, pushed through the little crowd, and out onto the street. The streets in Cambodia more resemble alleyways than streets, and I navigate around people and vehicles.
I went down to the end of the street, turned left, and skirted along close to the local restaurants, half-tent half-storefront type places to get food. I stepped into the crosswalk, the Hotel Cambodiana rising in front of me. I check right and then left, and I watch left as I cross, watching for oncoming traffic.
A loud scream rings out. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.