Why Do I Have to Sleep, Again?

I hate sleep.

I never feel good about sleeping. I can never shake the feeling that, if I didn’t have to capitulate to this particular weakness of my vile body, there is so much I could be getting done. But I am — inescapably, habitually — exhausted, and so, I am told, must therefore sleep. This seems a rotten way to run a railroad, and so I spit upon it. I spit on sleep.

Of course, I will still do it: I have to. But I sure as Frith don’t have to like it.

2 thoughts on “Why Do I Have to Sleep, Again?

  1. Being a morning person I tend to think of sleep as requisite precursor. This mindset has allowed me to achieve a deal of peace with what it otherwise a burdensome bodily necessity.

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