I used to be one of those kids who could sleep for like four hours a night and still run around bursting with energy all day. And when I say kid, I don't mean five years old, I'm referring to my years as an (awkward) teenager. I would stay up until 1am or 2am (for no real reason) and then get up at 6:30am to get ready for school. As an aside, I can't believe high school started at 7:40am...how did I ever make it on time?
Somewhere along the way, though, I seemed to have trained myself to need 8 hours. I'm not exactly sure when it was. When I was in LA, I needed to be up early for each of my three jobs and I tended to go out during the week...late...a lot. Maybe its HB's fault. She used to go to bed early and sleep late, a dynamic I was sort of forced to follow by the dynamic of our relationship. Sleeping 8 hours a night does feel really nice. You just feel so fresh in the morning. I never used to require coffee to get me going in the morning, but now I'm a zombie without it (though I do love the coffee at Grass Roots).
I'm not sure if I can reverse this cycle/affect/disability, but I'd sure like to. I'm lucky to get 6 hours during the work week...and there's no Brass Monkey involved.
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