For the first six months or so that I was here in Taipei, I found it hilarious that every time I asked a Taiwanese person what they had done on the weekend, what they were planning for the next weekend, or how they planned to spend a holiday, the answer was the same: "Sleep." Well, I'm not sure exactly how or when it happened, but I've become a local. I've never been so consistently tired in my life, and I can't explain it. I have a full-time job -- that's it. No kids, no other commitments. Just general sleep deprivation and a partner who feels the same way. Is it the polluted air? The effort of having to compete with a million pedestrians (half of them driving scooters) for sidewalk space? Fatigue from understanding only about 3 percent of what is going on around me at any given time? What? What the hell is it? In the past, when I've worked full time, I would do things in the evenings and on weekends and get enough sleep. I really don't get it, but I'm just too tired to figure it out.
My plans for tonight are about as action-packed as it gets these days: check e-mail, knit, watch CSI: Miami,* and take out the garbage. And I can't wait. When did I become a senior citizen? (Actually, that doesn't even make sense, because all the senior citizens I know have lives that are about eight hundred times more active than mine. I am an affront to senior citizens everywhere.) And then I'm going to stay up too late reading, and at about midnight either Bill or I will utter some sad-assed cliché like "There just aren't enough hours in the day."
* I've complained before about having only movies and CNN to watch on TV. One channel started playing CSI a couple of months ago and then switched to the Miami version, which, despite David Caruso being unreasonably sexy, is nowhere near as good as the original Vegas version.
Monday, March 29, 2004