You would think I'd be tired this week. I've had very little sleep, work has been busy and there is a lot going on. And yet bizarrely I'm not tired at all.
Sleep deprivation is something I am sure my body has grown used to over the years and I've definitely done my fair share of nights without sleep, managing to function the second day reasonably well considering.
I've always been a night owl and I've always been someone who doesn't need much sleep, even as a child I used to drive my parents up the wall by failing to go to sleep until the middle of the night.
People often ask what I do with my time at midnight, 2am, 4am even but that for me is simple. I'm wide awake despite the hour so I spend my time reading, writing or ticking things off the to do list. Nothing like sorting out your banking at one in the morning.
I don't understand how some people can trundle off to bed at 10pm like there isn't a whole world of things to do. I'm my most productive and alert in the middle of the night and I like to capitalise on this.
I've definitely decided that sleep is for people without anything better to do. That isn't me, I've more than enough to keep me occupied and I like being up half the night. If my body can tolerate it and I'm smiling, there is definitely no reason not to consider 3am a perfectly valid time right?
And amusingly the people I talk to the most all seem to agree with me. If I slept more I would miss out on randomly brilliant middle of the night conversations. Wouldn't want that!
So here is to not sleeping and enjoying being up when the rest of the country sleeps. Loving the darkness!
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