Friday, August 30, 2002

Inverse Sleep Deprivation

So my first week of college this year is finished. It’s been wonderful seeing everyone again and I’ve already met a bunch of great new people so I would have to say it’s been a great first week back. Of course, there have been some small niggling details and other things that haven’t gone right, but that is always to be expected. Everything has seemed quite normal for the most part, except for one small thing—I seem to need way to much sleep already. Karl and I have both noticed this.

Last year I needed about 6 hours of sleep a night and I was fine. Heck, some nights I’d be good to go on only 5 hours. I would take an occasional nap, but for the most part 6 hours of sleep was all I needed. This summer I slept a little more because I had the luxury of actually taking the time to get some extra sleep. First week back—it seems like I need about 8 or 9 hours of sleep a night. I will routinely get tired at about 11 pm or midnight. Karl seems to be experiencing the same thing and we can’t figure it out for the life of us. Last year we’d stay up and start a movie at midnight and watch it until two. Now we start a movie at 10:30 and we’re falling asleep on the couches halfway through. What is going on? It’s like the sandman is experimenting on us or something. I can see him now:

Yes, these two mortals seem to be perfect candidates to test out my new super-powered sleep dust on. With this new and improved formula they will require at least 8 hours of sleep a night. This will increase the amount of energy I can successfully suck from their brains in one night by almost 20%. I am most pleased, but I will only continue to apply it to these two individuals because it seems like fun. Ahh, those silly mortals.

Honestly, what could have changed so much that all of the sudden we require so much more sleep. I am dumb-founded and confused. All I want to do is be able to stay up late and not have to worry about getting all sleepy in the middle of hanging out with people. I’m going to make it my own personal vendetta to outwit the sandman and his new extra-strength sleeping dust. He will not take my waking hours away from me, no, because they are mine.

On another note, some of the nubes at frisbee are showing some improvement and a couple made some decent plays today that managed to really impress me. Hopefully they can keep it up (but not get so good as to take my spot on the team—J/K).

Anyhow, it’s Friday night and I’m going to go lay in my bed and read “Laches” by Plato now. How nerdy is that? I’ll probably go watch a movie later with Jeff or something, but for it being a first Friday back up here, it seems kind of lame to me. Oh well, I guess I’m past my partying prime. Peace out, have a good Friday night.

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