I would like an end to all that sensitive, nice Phil-crap that I put in my blog yesterday. That’s what happens when I run out of ideas. Actually, in all truth, on the 7th day of Christmas I would like to no longer have a biological need for sleep. Yes, I realize that some of you identify sleep as a hobby or possibly a second job, but I’m just not very good at it, so I’d like to give up having to try at it every night. I enjoy a good dream as much as the next person, and I in fact have the ability to willfully choose to fly in my dreams, but it seems a tremendous waste of time to spend a third of our life unconscious. I don’t wish this for everyone because I realize that many of you enjoy your sleep. There are other good uses for our beds that have nothing to do with sleeping. I’m still a big fan of those. I just want more time to do stuff. In fact, if we didn’t sleep we’d also have more time for the other bed activities too. Rumor has it that Leonardo DaVinci got by on just cat naps throughout the day without any real extended periods of sleep. I’m not saying I’d be Leonardo if I didn’t sleep, but I might be another one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Imagine having more time in every day without getting tired. There are books to read and write, music to listen to, work that I’m behind on, people to talk to and blog items to write. How many of us have ever said, “There just aren’t enough hours in the day”? There are enough hours. We’re just wasting them asleep.
“We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep…”