Sleep
You ever hear the expression "I'll sleep when i'm dead?" What a crock of shit.
People act as if the act of sleep is overated. That life is so chock full of excitement and surprises that the natural act of sleep, or rest and rejuvination, is unneccessary, even a luxury.
I missed tv last night, i missed the democratic national convention, i missed bill clinton and his seductive charm, calling to me, whispering sweet nothigns into my ear and....(wait i minute, did i type that out loud?) and i missed it all because i went to bed at 10pm. And it was everything i had always dreamed it would be. (No pun intended)
Ok, i like to go out and live the night life, but you reach a point where after your third consecutive all nighter, when life seems like just some vague veiled dream, and the weird acid in your stomach roars, it's time to rest.
And to be honest, life isn't always all that interesting. I know people who think that if they take a night off to relax or regroup that the most amazing 'bestest thing of all time' will happen without them. Most of the time, Puffy doesn't make it to the club.
I think I take granted the power of a solid 8 hours of sleep. I haven't appreciated sleep this much since i was a pledge in college and was involved in a series of sleep deprivation sensory impact studies (aka "hell week"). Dreaming's not so bad either, when i can remember what it is that i dream about.
So here's to sleep. We don't see her enough, but when we do, it's always a great time.
People act as if the act of sleep is overated. That life is so chock full of excitement and surprises that the natural act of sleep, or rest and rejuvination, is unneccessary, even a luxury.
I missed tv last night, i missed the democratic national convention, i missed bill clinton and his seductive charm, calling to me, whispering sweet nothigns into my ear and....(wait i minute, did i type that out loud?) and i missed it all because i went to bed at 10pm. And it was everything i had always dreamed it would be. (No pun intended)
Ok, i like to go out and live the night life, but you reach a point where after your third consecutive all nighter, when life seems like just some vague veiled dream, and the weird acid in your stomach roars, it's time to rest.
And to be honest, life isn't always all that interesting. I know people who think that if they take a night off to relax or regroup that the most amazing 'bestest thing of all time' will happen without them. Most of the time, Puffy doesn't make it to the club.
I think I take granted the power of a solid 8 hours of sleep. I haven't appreciated sleep this much since i was a pledge in college and was involved in a series of sleep deprivation sensory impact studies (aka "hell week"). Dreaming's not so bad either, when i can remember what it is that i dream about.
So here's to sleep. We don't see her enough, but when we do, it's always a great time.
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