Friday, September 10, 2010
And then, we have the kind of sleeping that is not enjoyable, drunk sleeping. Now before you get to this point, sleep is probably the most amazing sounding thing in the world. All I ever want to do when I am at that one stage of my drunken stupor is sleep. But when you get there, it's gone before you know it, simply to be replaced by a sensitivity to heat, light and sound. Sleep always sounds nice, and sometimes it is, but not after drinking. There are no good dreams, nothing. It's a limbo for 8 hours and if you forget to take off your shoes... You're just fucked... You might as well draw penises all over yourself and spray whipped cream everywhere. It is something I fear greatly when drinking, I make sure to take off my shoes and even do it subconsciously when I don't know what the fuck is going on. I don't want to be on the receiving end of an antiquing.
Regardless of all these terrible things, sleep will always be cherished by me, and I am currently writing this because I am only getting six hours of sleep tonight, and it may not seem like much now, but when I truly begin working at a collegiate level, I fully expect to spend many more hours awake than sleeping.
As a side note, I think I am slightly odd when I don't get sleep. The effects are akin to that of alcohol, I get giggly and laugh at generally anything. I forget how to whisper and walk in a straight line and I am quite sure I slur my words... So as you can see, there are more reasons for me to sleep other than how awesome it feels to sleep.