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Miles to Go
I am beginning to hate sleep.
Not *sleeping* - once I am there, I am certainly loathe to leave.
No, I hate sleep. The concept. The practice. I would rather it not be necessary at all. I sit at 2 am and consider how little I want to go to bed, and how irritable and headachey I will be tomorrow if I don't. I think of how early I have to get up, and how the irritability and headache are already inevitable, and I think to myself "I hate sleep."
I would rather just .. not. Not sleep. Not crash out looking for an oblivion that doesn't actually achieve much. Just stay awake, and chase waking oblivions instead.
Not *sleeping* - once I am there, I am certainly loathe to leave.
No, I hate sleep. The concept. The practice. I would rather it not be necessary at all. I sit at 2 am and consider how little I want to go to bed, and how irritable and headachey I will be tomorrow if I don't. I think of how early I have to get up, and how the irritability and headache are already inevitable, and I think to myself "I hate sleep."
I would rather just .. not. Not sleep. Not crash out looking for an oblivion that doesn't actually achieve much. Just stay awake, and chase waking oblivions instead.