In the last three nights, I’ve gotten about 14 hours of combined sleep. It’s not healthy.
Everything is wrong when you don’t get enough sleep. Traffic is wrong. People are wrong (well, moreso). Television is wrong. Rationality is wrong. Things are inverted. Blue is green and yellow is three. But there is a cure.
I wrote this at 10pm last night after taking a little blue pill that allows for lucid dreams and uninterrupted sleep for at least seven hours. Seven glorious, piss-in-your-bed hours. Well, maybe. I’ve never pissed in my bed, not even as a kid. I’ve definitely thrown up a few times, but no piss. These sheets are dry as the prevailing desert winds.
What the hell is wrong with me? Nothing, really. I’ve been working feverishly on CLAPPING, and really want to make the publish date of March 3rd. It’s going to happen, I know it. I’m better organized in getting this book out than the last one. The last one, which I love so dearly. I think I love this one a little more. I really can’t wait to share it with you all.
Productivity is a lot more fun and cognizant when you get consistent sleep. This, along with a diet that doesn’t pickle your liver and aspartame that fries your brainface. Aspartame is still a noun and a verb. That awful, awful junk. What was I thinking? Oh yes, and exercise. 30-60 minutes a day of exercise. Let your brain work and get rejuvenated (while laughing at the rest of your poor, tired body) as you work out and get with the sweating.
So I slept last night. Hopefully, it will have been glorious and shit won’t be sideways.