I went to bed at 8 PM last night folks. For those of you who can’t count, me going to bed at eight has had the unnatural effect of providing me with something in the neighborhood of 9.5-10 hours of sleep.
I’ve never felt so whole in my life… And I hate it.
Honestly, who needs to feel rested?! The majority (or all) of my most brilliant ideas have come to me in the half-asleep dream state that you never really wake up from when you’re cruising on five hours of sleep a night.
So now that I’ve had a full night's rest…
Will I stop being funny?
Will I stop being a hax0r?
Will I stop being… human?!
Nah, I figure I can get right back to the sleeplessness of old just by getting some caffeinated soap or lotion and rubbing it all over my body until I pass out.*
* – Do not try this. Ever. You will die. (Which, believe it or not, reminds me of a hilarious story. I won’t tell it here though. At least, not until the family has had a chance to mourn…)