Sleep is Overrated……and Other Such Blasphemous Lies

Whatever genius decided that sleep is overrated must be running the jackhammer and circular saw across the street from my condo right now. Every day for the past week, they have been doing work on the concrete outside of the condo across from mine…..starting at 8am sharp.

For real. So annoying.

Try being a bartender and getting home at 3am from work then waking up to incessant jackhammering five hours later.

So since I’d rather be sleeping, but alas…it’s overrated, I’ve put together a list of other such lies to at least fool myself into thinking I’m being productive this morning. Continue reading

Adventures in Unemployment


I came across this quote this morning as I was Google’ing “things to do while unemployed in Chicago.” While it’s only Day 3 of my unemployment stint, I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life. I know I’d been saying to myself a few weeks ago that I’d kill for another vacation (even though I’d just gotten back from Mexico), but being unemployed was not how I envisioned facilitating a few days off from the office.

While on my Google searching binge, I came across a great article on Forbes that was published about a year ago titled 10 Things to do While You’re Unemployed. While everything it suggests is great (and probably beneficial), I feel like I’ve already ticked off a good chunk of the list. For instance… Continue reading

True Life: I Have a Mild Case of Self-Diagnosed Narcolepsy

I get asked a lot why a good-looking guy with a good job, nice condo, future plans, blah blah blah is single. Six hours later, I’ll respond to them: “Sorry, I fell asleep.” Whoops. My life is pretty much an episode of True Life: I Have a Mild Case of Self-Diagnosed Narcolepsy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had plans to go out – yes, even on dates – and thought to myself “I should really take a quick power nap so I’m well-rested since who knows what this night is going to turn into” and then slept through said plans.

Take last night for example. So I had been chatting with this guy for a week or so online who’s in design school and made plans to meet up with him around 9pm for a drink since we’re apparently neighbors (small world, right?). That’s the first thing you’ll learn about designers: We love to socialize. Preferably over drinks.

Plans: Check
Outfit: Check
6pm Power Nap: ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZz

Yes, that’s correct. My power nap turned into an all-out snooze fest. At 11pm my self-diagnosed narcoleptic ass woke up from a dead sleep wondering why it was so dark. Yes. Leave it to me to sleep through a date/networking/whatever-you-want-to-call-it. So much for connecting with another (future) designer.

Bed: 1
Me: 0

So although well-rested this morning, single me reigns steady…and not hungover (on a Sunday of all days) in the least. It’s a rare occasion.