Sleep is for the weak
February 13th, 2006It’s been a while since this has happened. When I was in school I used to get in this rhythm where I would stay up 24-36 hours and then crash out of sheer exhaustion. It wasn’t that I had any particular form of insomnia, it’s just that I didn’t want to sleep. It’s been a couple of years, but that’s sort of come back the last week or so, and it’s getting stronger. It’s not that I absolutely can’t sleep, if I get in the bed and lay there for an hour or so I’ll go to sleep, but more that my body isn’t telling my brain that it needs sleep and I don’t want to go to sleep. I’m about to go to bed now, but I’ll be making myself because I know, intellectually, that it’s good for me. Right now I feel like I could cruise on until bedtime tomorrow. What’s strange is that I probably could. Sunrise and late afternoons are my worst time, if I can make it until 10 am and 7 pm I’m good until whenever.
The bright side of this is that my mind doesn’t (seem) to wear down when it starts to get really late which means I can actually work on projects and such, in that way it’s great, but at the same time I’m sure it’s doing awful things to my body. Anyway, time for bed.