sleep, now with 15% more "snuggle"

"Sleep, those tiny little slices of death; Oh how I loath them..."
-Edgar Allen Poe

You know, I've always liked the "Poe-ster", I mean who couldn't get behind such classics as "The Raven"(good read, but I would have shot the damn thing after the first three "nevermore's"), "The Tell tail Heart"(can you say "guilty conscious") and "The Fall of the House of Usher" (who hasn't wanted to lock their sister in a tomb, I guess this is why we don't!). The one thing that gets me about ol' Ed was his absolute, venomous, unreasoning, and irrational fear of sleep. I like sleep.

Sleep, to me is an escape to another world, granted I sometimes can't remember that world too well the next morning, but how many of us have went out had some really good times that we've not been able to remember the next day? The great thing is; I don't have a hangover in the morning from my party.

Besides the nocturnal shindigs I like sleep for other reasons, I like to get the room really cold and then wrap up in heavy blankets...pretend I'm an Eskimo! I mean c'mon nothing feels quite like the feeling of waking up and snuggling back down into warm covers.

A lot of times I'll solve problems in my sleep, if I can't quite wrap my mind around a concept or physical activity a good nights sleep usually puts everything in order and when I wake up I'll get it with no problem.

About the only problems I have with sleep are actually going to sleep and waking up. Left to my own devices I quickly fall out of the 24hr sleep cycle that most of us follow. Instead I find myself adopting a habit of staying up for 24 to 36 hours and then sleeping for around 12 hours. The days and nights start getting kind of confusing and there are times that I have to start TiVO'ing my favorite shows, but I actually gain a net increase on my productive time. Instead of 16 hours of productive time and 8 hours of sleep I get a lot more productive time with only 4 more hours! Sure,after 36 hours playing WoW, I look like Keith Richards but you know, I can turn that around and make it work for me!

I like to sleep, heck I'm even thinking of finding one of those hotels with a "sleep concierge" so that I can feel what it's like to sleep in perfection.

"But", you say, "Mr. Poe was a published author his works are read and studied worldwide, he is considered one of the fathers of modern mystery and macabre, how can you, mere mortal, cast disparagement's upon the likes of him?"

Okay,
1. I wasn't casting disparagement's, I took umbrage at one of his remarks
2. What the hell are you doing on my blog?
3. Did you know how Mr. Poe died?

For me, the absolute pinnacle of truth and the ultimate refutation of his statement comes from the tragic death of E.A Poe, as described by Wikipedia:

"On October 3, 1849, Poe was found on the streets of Baltimore delirious, "in great distress, and... in need of immediate assistance", according to the man who found him, Joseph W. Walker.[61] He was taken to the Washington College Hospital, where he died on Sunday, October 7, 1849, at 5:00 in the morning.[62] Poe was never coherent long enough to explain how he came to be in his dire condition, and, oddly, was wearing clothes that were not his own. Poe is said to have repeatedly called out the name "Reynolds" on the night before his death, though it is unclear to whom he was referring. Some sources say Poe's final words were "Lord help my poor soul."[62] All medical records, including his death certificate, have been lost.[63] Newspapers at the time reported Poe's death as "congestion of the brain" or "cerebral inflammation", common euphemisms for deaths from disreputable causes such as alcoholism.[64] However, the actual cause of death remains a mystery;[65] from as early as 1872, cooping was commonly believed to have been the cause,[66] and speculation has included delirium tremens, heart disease, epilepsy, syphilis, meningeal inflammation[67] and cholera.[68]"

LOL... These brains...couldn't find their ass with both hands. After a statement like that it is obvious to me that Ed's cause of death was none other than...lack of sleep.

sleep tight,

Shane