> but nothing seems to stop the slow, steady drift of the sleep clock into the future.
I've always struggled with this. When I was still in school (pre-university) was the most extreme. I would stay up late on Friday nights (01:00-02:00) then sleep until at least midday on Saturday. By Sunday night I couldn't sleep until 03:00-04:00 so got a very short sleep before Monday.
There was a reason for it back then: night time was when I could use the internet. Because there was no pressure to get up early the next day, I would spend as long as I could online. I wonder if this caused my later problems or if they were innate.
Later in uni it was normal for me to be completely nocturnal. I overslept my alarm every single morning, which just became more and more of a joke as it would go off a mere hour or two into my "night". I remember well the first time I "lost" a day. Woke up and made a cup of tea and it was already dark. I hated it. I hated that other people had actually done stuff that day and all I'd done was slept.
Now I'm older I find it much easier to stay on top of. At some point something in me switched and now I can't stand it if I'm not ready to do something by 09:00. I remember my brother expressing a similar sentiment when he was 12 (me being 15 and in the aforementioned weekend routine). I wonder why it took me until my late 20s to feel the same way.
I've always struggled with this. When I was still in school (pre-university) was the most extreme. I would stay up late on Friday nights (01:00-02:00) then sleep until at least midday on Saturday. By Sunday night I couldn't sleep until 03:00-04:00 so got a very short sleep before Monday.
There was a reason for it back then: night time was when I could use the internet. Because there was no pressure to get up early the next day, I would spend as long as I could online. I wonder if this caused my later problems or if they were innate.
Later in uni it was normal for me to be completely nocturnal. I overslept my alarm every single morning, which just became more and more of a joke as it would go off a mere hour or two into my "night". I remember well the first time I "lost" a day. Woke up and made a cup of tea and it was already dark. I hated it. I hated that other people had actually done stuff that day and all I'd done was slept.
Now I'm older I find it much easier to stay on top of. At some point something in me switched and now I can't stand it if I'm not ready to do something by 09:00. I remember my brother expressing a similar sentiment when he was 12 (me being 15 and in the aforementioned weekend routine). I wonder why it took me until my late 20s to feel the same way.