I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
To say I hate sleeping would be taking it a bit too far but if I never had to sleep again, I would do whatever it took to do so. I don't hate sleeping because I'm a poor sleeper or something. I imagine not being able to stay sound asleep each night has to be similar to the worst kinds of torture. When I fall asleep, ninety nine times out of a hundred, I am out cold and virtually nothing isn't going to wake me up. For those of you who live in Syracuse and remember the Labor Day storm of 1998, I slept right through it. I've slept through a few hurricanes since moving to Delaware too. Aside from crying children, even that doesn't do the trick every time, I can sleep through anything. But my ability to sleep like a rock isn't the point of this post. Sleep is overrated. Sleep is a waste of time. Sleep is a bane on society. I understand that we have to sleep because it's needed for our overall health. It allows our body to rejuvenate itself and restore what