Resetting my circadian rhythm

Here we go again.

Right now my work schedule is 6-2 on Friday, 9-6 on Saturday (that's 9 pm to 6 am), and 8-4 on Sunday. Monday mornings we have exams. That's every Monday for the rest of the semester. So basically, I only sleep six nights a week. On Fridays I wake up at a quarter to six (a.m.) and stay up until 3 or 4, effectively setting my circadian rhythm to the graveyard shift. On Sundays I wake up no earlier than 4 p.m. and stay up all night, doing my best to make it to 8 p.m. and set the rhythm back to that of a normal human being. And this is the routine I'll work on for the rest of the term.

As a result, I fell asleep on the bus this morning and in the foggy haze between clear, coherent thought and some crazy dream I invented the word "faculcade." I'm pretty sure that's a portmanteau of "faculty" and "cavalcade," but I'm open to suggestions. I've no idea what the context of that word is, but it fit seamlessly with my nonsensical train of thought.

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My wife and I had a night out with no baby. We went to Breckenridge, saw a comedy show, and stayed at our friends' parents' condo. It was fantastic. That was the first night that Xander's been home without one or both of us there. My wonderful sister and brother-in-law stayed over, and it actually went pretty well. I was a little worried that I would be too worried about him to enjoy myself (Wow; when I say it that way I sound neurotic) but for one night it wasn't so bad. I don't know if we could do more than that, but it was really nice to go out like adults and not have to worry about getting home to relieve the babysitter or anything like that. (Kyle and Nicole, if you're reading this, THANK YOU.)

The downside to all that fun weekend having is that I was severely underprepared for my exam today. I still passed (I think) but my chances at an A in this class are getting slimmer by the week. That's OK. I'm not going to school for the grades, am I?

In sporting news, pitchers and catchers have reported to spring training (with position players not far behind) and the New Jersey Nets are the worst sports team of the young century with a winning percentage of .089. I think that's even more impressive than the Lions' 0-16 season because basketball is less predictable a game. I mean, even a bad team can win against a good team in basketball once in a while (you know, like 5 times out of 56, if you're the Nets) but a bad football team will probably never beat a good one.

I guess that's all I've got for this week. I'm probably forgetting something but I'm pretty tired since I've been awake for 22 hours.