Thirty-nine years ago I worked night shift during college. I’m still trying to straighten out my circadian rhythms.
Thirty-nine years ago I worked night shift during college. I’m still trying to straighten out my circadian rhythms.
I reread great books frequently, good books occasionally, and mediocre to poor books not at all. But I’m lucky: although I have a great memory, I can reread a book and get as much enjoyment or more from it as the first time.
I’m a supertaster and hypervigilant, so all my senses are dialed up to 11. My memory is also unusually good. Also my son claims I have “Poon vision”, but I’m not crazy about that idea.