sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Friday's.

So I knocked the fuck out as soon as I got back from work. I was feeling okay too; I figured that I wasn't sleepy. My muscles weren't sore, my thoughts weren't murky. Everything was really clear to me, it felt like a normal day. Then I closed my eyes around 4 PM, and woke up at 2 AM clearly confused. Where the heck did the sun go?! Why is on the clock in single digits again? And for that matter, why do I feel so freaking hungry?

It's a really interesting concept to me: sleeping the world away. Don't like the present that you're in now? Sleep for a couple years and wake up in a brand new world. Want the love of your life to come by? Maybe she'll stumble on your sleeping husk. Sleep as the grand protector of things, that great mover that allows you to transition into a new epoch, as your shield, your sword against the sorrows of this world. I would like to sleep away my responsibilities and see them gone.

If only this could be true, but it isn't. In a perfect world, sleeping away everything would be conducive to reality, but it's not. Sleep is the guiltiest pleasure to me. It's my biggest waste of time, it causes me to stagnate and not do anything. Hours passed that could be used fulfilling obligations that I keep putting off, and sleep prevents me from doing that. I wish that sleep could be something of more value in this life. I mean, SURE it's like a responsibility to your body, but it's not like you need that much of it. 4 hours is enough to function.

I think I've been conditioned to think in this sense. I really need to sleep more.