Time for Stories - nirgle.net

When it is time to sleep, I abruptly lie down on my bed, on my back with my arms at my sides, then I close my eyes and fall asleep within seconds. None of this fussy arranging of pillows or getting underneath the blankets or choosing the side of my body that feels right to lie on. I long ago substituted the joy of sleeping, preferring to leverage it for its essential functional purpose once again. Hold the fluff, just give me the burger, like that one advertisement on TV a couple years back. And so now, like when I was an infant and would doze off halfway up the stairs, I'll stop in the middle of an email or a line of code and walk over to my bed, abruptly lie down on my back with my arms at my sides and in a few seconds it will suddenly be a few hours later.

I don't recognize times of day; I'm over these arbitrary chronological distinctions such as "lunch time" and "time for stories" and "time to get up" and especially "bed time." They have recently done a study of how people spend their day. I raged against the existence of this chart for a while, but in the end ironically spent a good chunk of my afternoon analysing it. It is strangely erotic, useless as it may be.