April 4th, 2008
In Bed
I’ve heard some jobs summed up as, “Choose two: work, friends, sleep.” Maybe that means if you have friends at work, you have to stay up all night with them. Or if you don’t, then you have to dream about them. I suppose they are all things you would miss if you didn’t have them. Or would you?
Transcriptorial: Where have all the hours gone?
I have heard of something called a “sleep cure” in which they basically knock you out for three days so your body can relax and get the rest your stress levels and externally imposed requirements won’t allow you to have. Having gone through a horrendous upheaval for three months, I could enjoy this…It’s got to the place I feel I am only my real self when sleeping.
“Please don’t shake me, no don’t wake me, leave me where I am–I’m only sleeping…”
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
Ernest Hemingway
Mmm… sleep.