Mainly because I have nothing to write about, yet feel overly compelled to at least pretend to be adding content to this “blog,” I’ve decided to give you people a deeper understanding of my life- and hopefully a greater appreciation for my struggles (I jest).
In my lame attempts at self surveillance, I came across this fairly intriguing (and unsurprising) tidbit: sleep greatly influences my life. While there are other conclusions I’ve drawn, the most glaring are:
- I read more when I’ve slept. I only read on the bus, and generally only in the morning as I’m usually exhausted by the end of the day.
- I talk to food more when I haven’t slept. Although less pronounced, it does seem there’s some causation there.
And, of course, the data to back up my claims:
I must note that little data exists on weekends, and I had to add some data points to smooth this out, but for the most part its accurate. Also, the talking to food count tallies complete conversations with food, but doesn’t include situations where I was talking to food for comedic effect.