I am not a morning person.
Someday – possibly during the aforementioned Coffee Apocalypse – I may in fact be forced to start hunting down those of you who are, indeed, Morning People, and destroying you. (I just read a book on Operation Barbarossa and have been infected with the word “destroy”, which is used constantly by German Generals as in We plan to surround the 17th Red Army and destroy it.)
I used to think I wanted to eliminate sleep from my life – like, if they invented a way to safely never sleep again. I was fascinated by the time I’d get back. Hours and hours, every day! I’m a guy who needs 8 hours every night. If I skimp even a little, I feel like a dead man for days afterward, so the idea of getting back 1/3 of my life through modern chemistry or dangerously experimental brain surgery seemed attractive. Nowadays, not so much – I like sleep. I guess this is part of getting older. When I was 20, not sleeping meant more time for boozing and carousing mixed with more work. Now it would mean more time spent flipping cable channels and complaining. The attraction, she is gone. Plus, there are times – like hangovers – when sleeping is a blessing.
I wonder, if the technology was available and safe, how many folks would sign up to never sleep again. And if they did, would that force the rest of us to do the same just to keep up? Man, that would irritate me. I resent all other humans now. I can’t imagine if you were keeping me up twenty-four hours a day.
J
I’ve never needed a lot of sleep. Most nights I get about six hours — less on weekends. BUT I do find myself enjoying sleep more than ever… and even an occasional weekend nap is a good thing NOW!
Craig,
I still resist naps. Nothing wrong with them, of course, but I always feel so groggy after taking one, and when I do take a nap I have trouble sleeping at night.
Jebus, I’m fracking OLD, afren’t I? When did this happen?
J
What the hell is going on?
I’ve got Operation Barbarossa psychosis. Seriously, everywhere I turn at the moment, people are discuss a military campaign from 67 years ago.
It’s some strange haluciogenic meme from a PKD novel. I’ll come home tomorrow, open the front door, and a tidal wave of kibble will pour out.
I’m going to buy this and break the spell:
http://www.boardgamegeek.com/game/24800
Haluciogenic, eh? I may have had a dram. Pls cover my shame and delete this comment, Jeff.
Diamat: Shame-covering? NEVER! Avast and accept ye shame, churl.
I had a dram as well tonight. Sadly, it was middlebrow stuff. Went to see the Nutcracker and the best they had at intermission (and, uh, before the show as well, uh) was Dewars. Sigh.
As for Operation Let’s Invade the Largest Country with the Largest Army in the Frakin World and See How That Goes, I cannot explain it. I do not control the memes. The memes, they control me.
L
D
That’s the Nutcracker as in a head-butting competition at Scotland Yard, right?
I am controlled by a homunculus called Cedric.