Caught up on the news about the Boston marathon bombing suspects. Cooked some larb for myself for lunch. Taught the maid how to make kale chips. All before noon. Hard to believe I stumbled home from the jungle disco at around 3:30 this morning, and then was cross-eyed online till 4 AM.

Sleep is for pansies.

The other night, I slept at 11 PM. Woke up at 2 AM. Finally fell asleep again at around 4 AM. Then woke up at 6:00 and did the day’s exercise (100 jumping jacks, etc.) and ran 4 km.

BFF-Alan-from-San-Francisco recently sent me an old article from the BBC called “The Myth of the Eight Hour Sleep”. It cited an experiment done in the 1990s in which a group of people were subjected to 14 hours of total darkness everyday for a month. It took them a while to adjust but, eventually, the subjects fell into a distinct pattern of sleeping for four hours, waking for one or two, then going back into another four-hour sleep.

The article then cites a book written by an historian that chronicles man’s sleeping patterns, and his evidence uncovers that, before the advent of artificial lighting, man had always slept in segments and that, traditionally, there was always a first and “second sleep”.

This makes total sense to me. Sleeping pills only guarantee about four hours of sleep. which is why I don’t take them because that’s the amount of time that I sleep anyway. I average about three to four hours. Sometimes less.

Unfortunately for me, that second sleep remains elusive. I try to encourage it as much as I can and indulge in cat naps whenever the need arises. Except that I’m very good at distracting myself even when that need arises.

I’ll sleep when I’m dead.

Please?