<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dw="https://www.dreamwidth.org">
  <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2021-12-09:3860903</id>
  <title>popcorn09</title>
  <subtitle>popcorn09</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>popcorn09</name>
  </author>
  <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://popcorn09.dreamwidth.org/"/>
  <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://popcorn09.dreamwidth.org/data/atom"/>
  <updated>2022-07-09T15:08:18Z</updated>
  <dw:journal username="popcorn09" type="personal"/>
  <entry>
    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2021-12-09:3860903:3852</id>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://popcorn09.dreamwidth.org/3852.html"/>
    <link rel="self" type="text/xml" href="https://popcorn09.dreamwidth.org/data/atom/?itemid=3852"/>
    <title>Circadian Disruption</title>
    <published>2022-07-09T15:08:18Z</published>
    <updated>2022-07-09T15:08:18Z</updated>
    <category term="rhythm"/>
    <dw:mood>anxious</dw:mood>
    <dw:security>public</dw:security>
    <dw:reply-count>0</dw:reply-count>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;My body clock is completely out of whack. I am wondering how much my rumination and interest in Wimbledon 2022 is responsible for it. I stayed up checking scores or when I didn't consciously stay up, it was still running at the back of my head. Perhaps it is turning into another addiction, the watching and following of the sport.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been through these phases in the past where I pick up an interest and it consumes my life so much that I forget to do the basic things like eat, drink, sleep and well cook, shower and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then eventually I completely pull back, lose track and wonder why I stopped doing that thing I enjoyed. Because the moderation of it slips away from me and then the memory of that slips away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that this year's interest in tennis is largely prompted by Nadal and Serena, curiosity about what would happen. Women's tennis in general seems pretty boring and dismal. I guess I am interested in the inspiring stories of human effort to persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch women's final now, it doesn't seem to be going the way I want it to. And then there's my abdominal pain from surgery. Perhaps the tennis has been a distraction from it too, a reason, motivator to get me moving and out of bed even if it is late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I pre-scheduled to get some breakfast just before 9 am. I wonder if this time it would get delivered, the last two times it didn't. Still I have no other hope of being able to get out of bed early, which I somehow need to get to if I want to have any chance of getting back to work from Monday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also feel much happier when I am awake early and am able to eat breakfast, see the sunshine (when Sydney is fortunate enough to have it this year). I hope I can get to a sleep + wake up schedule of a diurnal being again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Wimbledon women's final has gone away from Jabeur :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, there will be a next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=popcorn09&amp;ditemid=3852" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
  </entry>
</feed>
