AKA Abraham Bacoln

I’ve been that way most of my life. When I was little, I never wanted to go to sleep because I was afraid I would *miss something.*

In fact, until I started working full-time (hated my job, became depressed, etc.) I held the belief that sleep is overrated, and that I would rest after I die.

I went through most of high school and college on an average of 4 hours a night and usually passed out in the clothes I wore that day with the lights on (shame on me for not conserving).

Had I gotten “enough” sleep, though, I never would have been able to do everything that I did, so I don’t regret it.

Now, I’m a fan of sleep. It feels like goodness, rather than a complete drain of my time. I even like taking naps (not just 3 hour naps at night to get me through the next day).

I think there are just times in your life when you feel you have better things to do than getting in the recommended or necessary hours of sleep. Part of it is likely the crazy student schedule (I learned this when I went back to grad school).

Sleep has not been quite as satisfying the past few weeks for me. But since I’ve been back to work, things are normal again. After a day of sheetrock, I don’t really have a choice but to sleep, and sleep deeply. It’s a wonderful place to be. I’m suprised that the schedule you keep, doesn’t have you flat out exhausted at the end of the day.
I’m going to bed now.

The need for sleep is fluid. Like sleeping for 10-12 hours a night for a while and then switching to 5 or 6, but I don’t think it’s stupidity or insomnia for me. I think it’s depression vs. anxiety. Go neurotics! Woo!
P.S. I’m not saying you’re neurotic.

I save up my sleep for the weekends.