yesterday i was supposed to get up early and read like mad but instead i turned my alarm off and slept till 11. my god i can sleep. sleep and sleep and sleep. i'm sure there are those who wish they had such troubles but a body that wants twelve to fourteen hours of sleep every night is really counterproductive and a pain in the ass. it's not as though i need that much sleep: i can function just fine on eight hours and even occasionally seven if i don't try to get by with that two or more days in a row. i'm just really good at sleeping and left to myself would probably sleep 2/3 of my life away just like a cat.
good god piano man has fired up his organ and is singing at the top of his scratchy lungs. dude! it's not even 10am yet!
i have to work now.