It's Sunday and the wheels have fully come off.
On Saturday I feel asleep around 1 pm and woke up to my alarm around 6 pm in order to go to the PIGSquad meetup. It was SO NICE to see and talk to other people in person again, omg. Living like this, you start to wonder if you're actually the last human on earth.
I apologize if I said anything especially unhinged at said meetup, I was not entirely in phase with this dimension.
And then I fell asleep around 12:30 am, which would have been great, except I woke up again around 2:30 am. Now it's 8:30 am, I don't feel GREAT, but I also don't feel completely wrecked. I think my strat is now to just stay up as last as I can, and see if it approaches normal human bedtimes.
This experiment has also thoroughly cured me of any desire to experience polar night (ie, spend a winter up above the Arctic Circle). As much as I'd like to see an aurora someday, I... I can't deal with waking up and staring down the darkness day after day.
Speaking of staring down the darkness, have I mentioned my newfound MAD RESPECT for shift workers? Y'all are superhuman. Let me buy you a drink sometime.