Who needs it?

It's been whispered under breaths, but I'm here to lay the rumors to rest: I am an idiot.

The reason? I never listen to what my body says.

You see, I honestly think sleep is a waste of time. People are always shocked when they hear this because they LOVE to sleep, but I really don't. My sleep goes as follows: I get tired, fall into a mini coma, and wake up generally still tired. What a waste of a night! Think of all I could be doing. I mean, none of it would be productive (I would probably just read and play several hours worth of video games) but it would be great. But instead I am unconscious.

This is also one of the reasons I hate naps. Let's take today for example. It's almost 1:30. We got home from church a little over an hour ago and I've been exhausted with a headache for over half of that. But what am I doing? Writing this. Surfing other blogs. Trying to decide a name for my brand spanking new fantasy football team (it's The Penguins). Chloe is sleeping. Becky is either sleeping or reading in bed. And I'm here.

One of the issues is that I actually got a good night's rest last night. See, if it had been like a month or two ago and I had gotten between three and five hours of sleep there's no way I would be out here. I would be sleeping. But today? I think nine hours of sleep is plenty. In fact, too much. How can I be tired? I slept for nine, have been awake for six, and am exhausted. Becky says it's my body still trying to catch up on what I lost.

In that case, I'm screwed. I'm going to be tired for the rest of my life.