Ever since I arrived in Madison for grad school back in 1991, my sleep schedule has been screwed up. Left to my own devices, I tend to sleep 9 hours a night (which is actually more than average), but seeing as I work and hack and stuff, I'm never left just to my own devices. In grad school I'd sleep 6 hours a night during the week, and 12 hours a night on weekends.
These days I sleep about 8 hours a night during the week, stay up 'til 2 am on Friday night, and until Midnight on Saturday. I've been trying to change, but it's hard. It would be pretty neat to wake up with the dawn every day, but I doubt that will happen anytime soon.
Point being, I was up until 2 am last night working on yesterday's entry and surfing the Web. Then I slept until 10:30 and then pushed myself out of bed because I had things to do.
It's really damn humid today, although the thermometer is only in the mid-70s. It made the work icky, and I showered when I got home. I hope it rains tonight; I like rain.
My cats (Newton and Jefferson) have just not been leaving me alone this weekend; I think they're mad I'm spending so much time on the computer. Although when I go to the other room to read or play with them, they are only interested for a short while. Maybe they just want to be annoying.
It's only about 6 pm as I write this; I'm listening to Garrison Keillor on public radio, and will probably listen to a bit of the Brewers game later, and then go to the coffee shop and finish reading Thieves and Kings. A nice quiet evening; yeah, that's the ticket...