Ever realize that sleep takes up about 30% of your life? It's a regular thief in the night that gets away scot-free every time. And there ain't much you can do about it either. Except complain. And drink coffee. Goodness. Just think how much more time I'd have to enjoy life if I didn't have to spend a whole third of it in dreamworld. And it's not like my dreams make up for it either. Yet here I am, having to fight to keep my eyes open. I know...I'll lose. But I suppose it really is a good thing. Thieving sleep is going to save my life at the same time it takes part of it. Kinda like the idea that "whoever would save his life must lose it." Rather ironic. So...I guess I'll have to make like a lumberjack and log off here so I can saw logs... By the time I'm 60 I should have enough wood to build Noah's ark, the Trojan Horse, and the leaning tower of Pisa... Hu-what?? What do you mean it's not made of wood? How do you know grandpa? Were you there? (Ok, so the quality of life would be seriously degraded without sleep. Case in point.) :P
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