|My delicious Korean lunch on Friday mattered.|
Instead I'll write about the rest of this weekend. Friday was a typical City Harvest office day. I met with my supervisor one-on-one to talk about how to maximize my last two weeks. She gave me some positive feedback on my work so far, which is always nice to hear. After I got back to my apartment, I decided a nap would be nice. I fell asleep around 6 p.m. and pretty much slept soundly until 9 a.m.
That's 15 hours of sleep. Not only had I not realized I was that tired, I didn't even know I was capable of sleeping that much! Three weeks of going going going without a pause, climaxing in my final exam and the Nickel Creek concert, must have absolutely exhausted me. I'm definitely losing the stamina I used to have. In high school and extended parts of the past few years of college I pushed myself way harder than I have this summer. I remember junior year of high school I wouldn't consider it unusual to get four hours of sleep on a school night. In the fall semester of my sophomore year of college I'd average about five hours a night — six was something to celebrate.
I'm definitely accelerating the shortening of my telomeres when I do that.
Only in the past year or so have I really prioritized getting at least seven hours of sleep a night. And more than that, my semester in Spain really taught me the importance of slowing down my life overall — e.g., taking time to sit in the grass and prioritizing chill "hanging out" time with friends.
Anyway, Saturday was beautiful because I woke up early feeling exceedingly well-rested. I spent two hours deep-cleaning the apartment, then cafe-hopped until dinnertime. Realizing that I hadn't spoken to anyone in more than 24 hours (beyond ordering at a cafe), I decided to go out, and had yet another of the wild club nights I never used to think I'd enjoy...
|the crumb sanctuary I found under our microwave|
|this couple was grooving in the most adorably awkward way|
|with Mattie and Jasen|
Today is round two of cafe productivity. I have already downed two soy lattes (which unfortunately taste like media law after the solid week I spent with the two during finals last December). After I finish catching up on my blog, I'm going to send out the mentor match assignments for the incoming first-year Robertson scholars. I love working on the mentoring program because I love getting to know first-years! It reminds me of how clueless I was three years ago and makes me feel cool for having figured out at least a couple of things in my life.
|my wonderful detox/hangover breakfast: spinach egg scramble (with onions, tomatoes, avocado and salsa) on whole wheat toast|