So here’s how it works: After a long Sunday of work and more work, preceded by a night of drinking, which was preceded by having to wake up pretty early, which was itself preceded by yet more alcohol, which was preceded by even earlier waking up, I find myself idle-minded staring at the screen an hour past midnight. Layer after layer after layer of 72 hours of poor sleeping habits and a horribly keen palate for alcohol has led me again to this masochistic routine of the mentally ill.
Now, my body has gotten used to the idea -once again, I might add- that I can function with <4 hours of sleep per day. Of course, I suck at anything I try, but that won’t change things.
Tomorrow I have to be up by 6:30am to take an interview with a Spanish radio station, regarding the German football league, of which I saw not a single minute of game play this weekend. I have pulled out of my ass 20 minutes of information before, but never at 6:30 am, with a sleeping time deficit of about 12 hours in the past 72. And yet here I am, 1:02AM, typing this instead of sleeping, you know, just because; for the fuck of it.
This „hart arbeiten, härter feiern” (work hard, party harder) lifestyle is not the shit, but just plain shit.