I used to do this weird thing where I would have a lot of issues with going to sleep between midnight and 3am. Like, I either had to be asleep by midnight, or my brain would be like, “Oh no, gotta wait for 3am now. Missed the last train to dreamland for a couple hours, we did. It’s not the same day within the continental United States and there’ll be no sleeping until it is again.”
Yeah, the second wind gets me too. The frustrating thing for me is that I am definitely a night own physically, but psychologically I need to be diurnal or I get SUPER depressed and moody. I can keep to a day schedule, and am happier for it, but one slip-up and I have to fight to establish it again.
Yup. “Oh I’ll just put something on Youtube until I get tired. What, this is a 2-hour quiz show and I’m settling in for repetitive phone games? Pay no attention to that, conscious brain.”
My body is weird about caffeine. A cup of coffee or a single energy drink will wake me up some. Any more than that, and I actually start getting more sleepy. If I want to go to sleep RIGHT NOW I just down an entire pot of coffee and I’m out in 15 minutes.
I blame this comic for me being this way. “Time to go to bed,” I’ll say. “Oh, it’s 11:50pm,” I’ll say. “Might as well wait for DoA to update,” I’ll sAY. “Might as well post one (1) comment,” I’LL SAY
In my time zone, the comic updates a little after 9:00 PM, which, during the work week, is right around the time I need to be starting my shutdown sequence (which means cutting myself off from pixeled screens of any sort).
It’s 9:30 PM now and I was just getting started, but instead I’m just going to utter a sincere and heartfelt “Damn you, Willis!” and retire.
Thankfully, in my timezone updates are at 12:00pm, which makes my lunch that much more interesting (though sometimes I end up on the receiving end of some quizzical stares due to cackling like a demon.)
Oh yes. I’ve fallen down the Wikipedia rabbit hole many a time. You just haven’t lived until you’ve been up until 3 AM reading pages on the Space Race.
Yo, any non-cis or cis-and-experience-gender-dysphoria folks want to drop some tips for minimizing feelings of gender dysphoria related anxiety? Like, really just short term things that might make, say, a doctor’s visit easier.
I’m trying not to throw up this time.
When we had trans people renting the spare room we helped by referring to them by their preferred gender even when the situation did not call for a gender reference. Constant reminder they were who they felt like they were, from an outside source, made them feel more like the gender they preferred.
I don’t know if that helps you, but it helped them. We rented to a transman ad a transwoman.
I don’t know anything about gender, but short term postponement of anxiety is what benzos are good at.
…oh, but you’d need a doctor appointment to get a prescription. So I guess that’s still a problem.
For not throwing up, I used to suck on candies… The most effective were really stale fruit pastilles (stale because i only got them when my uncle visited from England). Something about the sugar and acidity seemed to calm my throat.
Seconding Opus The Poet, constant affirmation of gender can be great. My wife and I are both trans and we affirm each other constantly.
I am trans masculine, and recently got my first binder. Wearing it feels good. But even when I am not wearing it, I can still improve how I feel by wearing clothes that feel masculine to me (and then having my wife affirm my gender 10000x times).
Framing certain actions/interests in a gender affirming way. Key for me is that it has the be my own framing, but once I have established one others can use it for affirmation. Like, I study social work, sand most of my fellow students are women, which could be dysphoria inducing. But if I think of it in terms of how I am a dude who is unafraid of being in a woman dominated field, it gets a lot better.
I think doctor appointments can be especially tricky, especially if reception and/or the doctor deadname you or highlight the wrong gender. And getting a pap smear sucked because I don’t like being reminded of my reproductive anatomy.
Yeah, the doctor appointment in question was at the gyno. I went on Tuesday but had to go back because on Tuesday I threw up before the procedure actually happened. But I went back today and did not throw up, so yay.
Haha I definitely haven’t been suddenly been browsing Life Is Strange fan art at 11:30 at night because Twitter wasn’t providing me with enough heated arguments and honestly I just NEEDED IT because it’s all so goddamn cute and sweet (and also very, very gay) and is healing my heart and oops, now it’s 2am and I have to work in the morning
Certainly not the sort of thing that’s likely to happen again and again, or which has happened more often than not since I got sucked into Twitter. I am a responsible v adult, you see. Very sensible
Basically, yes. I’m hoping and praying for Amazi-Girl to run into Danny and Sal and for them to realise that there is something very wrong happening here.
This is why I don’t have a smartphone, tablet, or laptop. So I actually have to get up out of bed to enjoy the internet. It doesn’t actually help, but it does keep the bed free of internet angst so I can actually sleep when I’m finally tired.
My phone charges in a different room overnight, and it has helped me be less attached. Not UNattached, mind you, but I tend to forget about checking it at home. Having a slide or flip phone until late 2014ish probably helped too.
The laptop’s a different story (she typed from her bed). Uhhhh… blue light filters, eh?
I must not Twitter
Twitter is the Nap-Killer
Twitter is the little time suck that bring total desolation.
I shall ignore my Twitter
I shall allow the world’s events to pass over and through me
And when it is gone I will – oh, who am I kidding
*pulls out phone*
The original of that poem goes with mind-enhancing drug(s). Which of course we do not endorse (not the royal ‘we’ – I am sure I represent the entire DoA readership in this opinion).
A very random and very unlikely idea…
I’ve been randomly thinking about that time Sal told Marcie that Malaya might not be homosexual at all because she had absolutely no interest in Marcie’s boobs. But then it hit me, what if Marcie just isn’t Malaya’s type. What if Sal is and Malaya is doing the dumb “bullying the girl I like” shtick.
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← every evening from 12:30a to ~2:30a =_=
Co-sign
Yep. Why is it always 2:30? Like, almost on the dot, that’s the exact time the internet finally becomes less appealing than sleep.
I used to do this weird thing where I would have a lot of issues with going to sleep between midnight and 3am. Like, I either had to be asleep by midnight, or my brain would be like, “Oh no, gotta wait for 3am now. Missed the last train to dreamland for a couple hours, we did. It’s not the same day within the continental United States and there’ll be no sleeping until it is again.”
Yeah, the second wind gets me too. The frustrating thing for me is that I am definitely a night own physically, but psychologically I need to be diurnal or I get SUPER depressed and moody. I can keep to a day schedule, and am happier for it, but one slip-up and I have to fight to establish it again.
My life was being gradually destroyed by that problem until I got into weed.
Some of us aren’t fully alive until 3AM.
Most of my 20’s and 30’s, I usually stayed awake unill 5:00 AM. In my early 40’s, some internal switch flipped, and I started waking up at 5:00 AM.
Yup. “Oh I’ll just put something on Youtube until I get tired. What, this is a 2-hour quiz show and I’m settling in for repetitive phone games? Pay no attention to that, conscious brain.”
My body is weird about caffeine. A cup of coffee or a single energy drink will wake me up some. Any more than that, and I actually start getting more sleepy. If I want to go to sleep RIGHT NOW I just down an entire pot of coffee and I’m out in 15 minutes.
That’s pretty common for people with ADHD. I’m the same way. The first time I ever tried a red bull I was asleep in fifteen minutes. XD
Me too.
DOING IT AGAIN, DAMN IT
Sure we may all “feel” attacked right now, but you know who has been attacked? That pillow.
i like to think she dropped onto her pillow directly from the ceiling
Belly flopped from the ISS.
I did that once, but from the moon, it was fun. Then I woke up. :/
Is everyone trying to hang from the ceiling by their shoelaces?
I just came here to have a good time, and honestly…
Haha, yeah, I can’t relate to this at all. It’s not like I read webcomics that update at midnight or anything.
Yeah, what kind of loser would fall into such an obvious timesuck?
You know, the comic will still be here at 6am.
The REAL reason you have to be here at midnight is for the comments section. Admit it, the people here mean more to you than sleep.
Or, at least, being FIRST means more to you than sleep.
“Soon Faz will be trending number one on Twitter. Every day.”
“And by number one, Faz has a chart explaining that phrase’s relation to using his penis.”
–Dave, at which point Trump countertweets and all becomes higgledy-piggledy
I blame this comic for me being this way. “Time to go to bed,” I’ll say. “Oh, it’s 11:50pm,” I’ll say. “Might as well wait for DoA to update,” I’ll sAY. “Might as well post one (1) comment,” I’LL SAY
In my time zone, the comic updates a little after 9:00 PM, which, during the work week, is right around the time I need to be starting my shutdown sequence (which means cutting myself off from pixeled screens of any sort).
It’s 9:30 PM now and I was just getting started, but instead I’m just going to utter a sincere and heartfelt “Damn you, Willis!” and retire.
Thankfully, in my timezone updates are at 12:00pm, which makes my lunch that much more interesting (though sometimes I end up on the receiving end of some quizzical stares due to cackling like a demon.)
What even is this thing called “sleep”?
haha I basically just did this
Every time i go to lay in bed. Every time. Sure, it isn’t TWITTER, but who can sleep when there’s so much INTERNET left to read?!
yep. I try to stick to my kindle, which is far too bad at internets. it can barely handle fanfiction.net 😛
plus, eink is far easier on the eyes.
Wouldn’t know anything about being stuck on social media when I have other things I want and need to do.
To Alt text David: You feeling alright.
Also, there’s a video of a guy bouncing down a hallway on his thingley.
We can all relate to Amber. Might not be Twitter but there’s a lot of stuff on the Interwebz.
Oh yes. I’ve fallen down the Wikipedia rabbit hole many a time. You just haven’t lived until you’ve been up until 3 AM reading pages on the Space Race.
Hey, this is me. this is totally me.
I know it’s not but Amber looks like she’s sporting a 5 O’clock shadow.
The pillow give magical beard powers.
Yay Ashley!
This chapter is actually composed of stills from the pilot of a DoA animated series. Problem is, Hanna-Barbera won the contract…
If you think that’s unpromising, wait til you hear the soundtrack.
(Actually, you have: It’s just their stock music from the ’60s.)
Next time we see Fuckface he’ll be 6 feet tall, walking upright, and wearing a hat, shirt collar, and necktie.
… and monocle?
–Dave, tell us more
Amber is an Experience. 😉
“Now. Go. Get. Sleep!”
Oh good I’m not the only one who noticed.
Yo, any non-cis or cis-and-experience-gender-dysphoria folks want to drop some tips for minimizing feelings of gender dysphoria related anxiety? Like, really just short term things that might make, say, a doctor’s visit easier.
I’m trying not to throw up this time.
When we had trans people renting the spare room we helped by referring to them by their preferred gender even when the situation did not call for a gender reference. Constant reminder they were who they felt like they were, from an outside source, made them feel more like the gender they preferred.
I don’t know if that helps you, but it helped them. We rented to a transman ad a transwoman.
I don’t know anything about gender, but short term postponement of anxiety is what benzos are good at.
…oh, but you’d need a doctor appointment to get a prescription. So I guess that’s still a problem.
For not throwing up, I used to suck on candies… The most effective were really stale fruit pastilles (stale because i only got them when my uncle visited from England). Something about the sugar and acidity seemed to calm my throat.
Seconding Opus The Poet, constant affirmation of gender can be great. My wife and I are both trans and we affirm each other constantly.
I am trans masculine, and recently got my first binder. Wearing it feels good. But even when I am not wearing it, I can still improve how I feel by wearing clothes that feel masculine to me (and then having my wife affirm my gender 10000x times).
Framing certain actions/interests in a gender affirming way. Key for me is that it has the be my own framing, but once I have established one others can use it for affirmation. Like, I study social work, sand most of my fellow students are women, which could be dysphoria inducing. But if I think of it in terms of how I am a dude who is unafraid of being in a woman dominated field, it gets a lot better.
I think doctor appointments can be especially tricky, especially if reception and/or the doctor deadname you or highlight the wrong gender. And getting a pap smear sucked because I don’t like being reminded of my reproductive anatomy.
Yeah, the doctor appointment in question was at the gyno. I went on Tuesday but had to go back because on Tuesday I threw up before the procedure actually happened. But I went back today and did not throw up, so yay.
She fell with her glasses on. I call bullshit, that shit hurts.
That doesn’t stop me from doing it >.< But I've only had glasses a couple of years, maybe I'll learn eventually.
My SO keeps a pair of glasses by the bed specifically for reading their phone in bed.
Haha I definitely haven’t been suddenly been browsing Life Is Strange fan art at 11:30 at night because Twitter wasn’t providing me with enough heated arguments and honestly I just NEEDED IT because it’s all so goddamn cute and sweet (and also very, very gay) and is healing my heart and oops, now it’s 2am and I have to work in the morning
Certainly not the sort of thing that’s likely to happen again and again, or which has happened more often than not since I got sucked into Twitter. I am a responsible v adult, you see. Very sensible
You’ve certainly convinced me.
I don’t even bother trying to get sleep when I know there’s stuff I still want to do on the Internet. Yes I don’t get enough sleep why do you ask?
The Human Condition, circa 2018
Two Hours Later…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wana6XQn7QU
“Huh, someone says their dog is stolen.”
(…)
*wakes up*
“Huh, someone says Amazigirl saved their dog.”
Basically, yes. I’m hoping and praying for Amazi-Girl to run into Danny and Sal and for them to realise that there is something very wrong happening here.
As long as she doesn’t run into Faz…
I’m still hoping she finds out that, during the past few hours while she’s been Faz-sitting, Amazi-girl has been sighted doing Amazi-good deeds.
“I am Tyler Durden’s repressed sense of justice.”
most accurate page of dumbing of age willis has ever written
I basically did this just today.
It’s early morning, I just went to the bathroom, now I’m back in my bed and intended to sleep for another hour, but instead I’m here now.
So yeah, I can relate to Amber so much right.
Now that I’m caught up with DoA, I can’t spend longer than five minutes on it before I’m bored enough to sleep. *sigh* I need more webcomics to binge
This is why I don’t have a smartphone, tablet, or laptop. So I actually have to get up out of bed to enjoy the internet. It doesn’t actually help, but it does keep the bed free of internet angst so I can actually sleep when I’m finally tired.
Mine live across the room and don’t get touched at bedtime. The tablet will still be there in the morning for the daily webcomics fix.
The phone is also my alarm clock, so I have to get up to stop it every morning. It’s more effective than the real alarm clock just for that reason.
The bed’s a no-Internet area after 6 PM. Maybe that will help?
I game the system by constantly breaking my phone.
“What did you say, brain, are you addicted to easily accessible screen time? TO BAD IF SOMETHING WERE TO HAPPEN TO IT!”
My phone charges in a different room overnight, and it has helped me be less attached. Not UNattached, mind you, but I tend to forget about checking it at home. Having a slide or flip phone until late 2014ish probably helped too.
The laptop’s a different story (she typed from her bed). Uhhhh… blue light filters, eh?
Dang it, there’s always more Twitter!
Great callback!
Oh shit.
Amber, I think that checking Twitter (and thus getting angry at the latest trending hashtags) is really counter-productive to napping.
But… someone on there is WRONG. ALWAYS…
I’m really hoping she finds time to bone Danny.
I feel so attac…oh. Fine then.
For some reason a phrase has jumped into my head: “Twitter is the Napkiller.”
I must not Twitter
Twitter is the Nap-Killer
Twitter is the little time suck that bring total desolation.
I shall ignore my Twitter
I shall allow the world’s events to pass over and through me
And when it is gone I will – oh, who am I kidding
*pulls out phone*
The original of that poem goes with mind-enhancing drug(s). Which of course we do not endorse (not the royal ‘we’ – I am sure I represent the entire DoA readership in this opinion).
Also, Dune!
Perhaps I should add ” /s” to the end of the parenthesized expression.
None of us has ever done this.
Would it be too avante-garde for tomorrow’s strip to be six panels of the sixth panel from today’s? 🙂
I’m actively hoping that’s tomorrow’s strip now.
You have a graphics editor, don’t you? What’s stopping you?
After I have my nighttime pills, I lay in bed with my phone for the 20 minutes or so before they kick in.
A very random and very unlikely idea…
I’ve been randomly thinking about that time Sal told Marcie that Malaya might not be homosexual at all because she had absolutely no interest in Marcie’s boobs. But then it hit me, what if Marcie just isn’t Malaya’s type. What if Sal is and Malaya is doing the dumb “bullying the girl I like” shtick.
In Sal’s defence, she also asked if Malaya seemed interested in other girls.
And this reminds me how Sal misinterpreted Marcie’s “I’d tap that” into “Yeah I’d punch her too”
Face first, hugging the pillow. Not a bad way to sleep. Just gotta make sure the phone’s somewhere else. :V
oh yes, that’s me. Actually, I should go to sleep now, instead of reading this comic.
You know… I still want to know what the heck happened to scarface guy.
I think he’s upgraded his name to scarbody.
No… what you SHOULD be doing is checking Mastodon.