This morning I woke up at 9:23am to “Jarl Ballin’” playing a few inches away from my ear, an unfortunate and unrectified ringtone choice I made back when Skyrim Youtube videos were funny, which was at least a year ago. “Who’s calling me this early?” I wondered. And where am I? What’s my name? Slowly the pieces came together. My name is Brad, I’m lying on the bed in my brother’s ex-room which has since become my mad scientist laboratory/happy place/dark place, and the person calling me is the receptionist at my therapist’s office, wondering why I’m not at my 9am appointment.
Polyphasic sleeping is going…ok.
Is it Wednesday? I’m not sure. I’m in a serious brain fog here. This post will probably reflect that.
So the plan is/was to start with an all-nighter, then begin taking 20 minute naps every two hours, and reducing those by one nap a day until I’ve hit full-on Uberman. In practice, the week’s looked a little bit different so far. Read More