I assume you are aware that my body clock is completely screwed after an incredibly long stint in the mornings. I don’t know how the likes of Glenn Ong and The Flying Dutchman do it after so many years, but I feel like crap on most days.

I have to control myself from rolling my eyes when people exclaim, “Wow! You get off work so early and have the rest of the day to yourself!” Uh huh. Try getting up before 6 A.M. for five days a week for ten years before you flaunt your ignorance, dude. The ladies in Radio Building look as though they just went through childbirth, and the guys, companions of a woman who went through a particularly difficult childbirth. In short, we are exhausted. Anyone who walks out of the studio feeling and looking all refreshed after a morning show is one who hadn’t put in enough effort in his/her shift. Period.

Because my afternoon naps tend to overrun, I have difficulty sleeping at night sometimes. And the vicious cycle continues. I can no longer wake up without an alarm clock, and I can’t answer people when they ask what time I go to bed. It really depends. I try to sleep early sometimes, but end up (still) counting sheep at 1 A.M.. And I amaze myself (and the rest of the world) when I somehow manage to sleep from 3 P.M. to 6 A.M.

Over lunch with D. on Monday, I mumbled that I was feeling lethargic because I slept for less than two hours the night before. It prompted him to get me a bottle of melatonin immediately. And later that afternoon, C. got me to download a mobile app that monitors sleep patterns.

I think I need more than one pill because it took me almost an hour before I really settled down last night. And I’m not sure if a 36% score for Deep+REM Sleep is optimal. But hey, I’ve declared to my mahjong kakis that I won’t be doing any more overnight games. I want to retune my body clock and not be a grouchy old man. Heh.