*snore*

So today I woke up at nearly three in the afternoon. I had rolled over for an alarm at 10:30 and decided. . . nah. I'll get up when I wake up. Which was 3 pm. I was rested and a little bit discombobulated because the dreams, man. When you actually get a lot of sleep, there's time for dreams.

I was catching up from a busy couple of days writing a paper and prepping a presentation and generally not sleeping much at all. This snoozefest is pretty justifiable, if you look at it in the grand scheme.

But I felt and still feel very, very guilty. I feel like I have done a terrible thing. I slept away daylight hours, and time, as we all know, is precious. How could I waste so much of it in bed? Isn't sloth a deadly sin?

And then I have to stop and think again, because. What?

When did sleep become a waste of time? We need sleep. We can't function without it. It's genuinely a health issue. Why am I so screwed up over time spent just. Sleeping? I mean, I know I have things to do, but. Still.

I know it's not particularly realistic to want this, but I kinda wish stuff wasn't so busy that sleeping, just sleeping, is a waste of my time.