Thursday, May 05, 2005
The Witching Hour
I'm not sure what my bedtime was when I was little, but I do remember this: I thought that 9:16 was very late. Far too late to still be awake. I must have been sent to bed at about 8:30 or so every night, because it was always my goal to be asleep by 9:16. I don't know how I arrived at this very arbitrary time. But it was strongly engrained in my young mind: 9:16 is too late for you.
I don't know why I share this now. I just thought of it. I guess it just goes to show how my life has changed--I make fun of peple my age who go to bed before 9:16. I have one friend who has a very firm goal of a 10:00 bedtime every night, and frankly I don't think a strict bedtime is all that realistic for an adult. Some nights I'm just not tired when Shelly wants to go to bed, so I'll sit up and read. Other nights, there's obligations or parties or studying or whatever to do. Oh, for the simple days when 9:16 was late.
I don't know why I share this now. I just thought of it. I guess it just goes to show how my life has changed--I make fun of peple my age who go to bed before 9:16. I have one friend who has a very firm goal of a 10:00 bedtime every night, and frankly I don't think a strict bedtime is all that realistic for an adult. Some nights I'm just not tired when Shelly wants to go to bed, so I'll sit up and read. Other nights, there's obligations or parties or studying or whatever to do. Oh, for the simple days when 9:16 was late.
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