am not yet done doing the ostrich maneouvre, but i haven’t been entirely passive, either. the last two weeks, i’ve immersed myself in so much work, i’ve left little time for idle musings. and you know what? it works. work is the best antidote to negativism. it’s whittles your time, saps your energy, leaves you good for almost nothing else afterwards. but man, am i knackered! it has also put my sleeping patterns in a limbo. this weekend, i’ve been waking up nearly at noon, sleeping early, only to stare at the ceiling from 2 til 4 in the morning. wreck.

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lately, my bedtime reading has been purely from what they call the chick-lit genre. brainless simple plots that are as shallow as a puddle, but fun and heartwarming. my husband chides me endlessly about it, and implores me to grab something mehr vernünftig. for newton’s sake, i’m providing content for three science-oriented blogs, you can be sure i’m reading my fair share of substantial literature. plus the two or three scientific manuscripts i copy-edit almost daily. by the time i get to bed, puh-leeease, i need something else, noh!

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either i train myself to survive on less than four hour’s sleep daily, or i have to stop taking on more freelance jobs. or i have to work more efficiently, like an optimized car with high mileage per gallon. or i have to find a way to make each day stretch to more than 24 hours. which one will it be?

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