shuteye
Nov 13, 2007
He doesn’t like sleep. Doesn’t really see the point of it. Thinks it’s a waste of time. A waste of life. There’s too much to do to not be doing it.
Me. I adore it. I need it. I hunt it down and try to be it.
I once wrote over 10,000 words in bed. In half sleep. In my head. Got up the next morning. Typed it up. Every bit of it. There it was. Didn’t miss a beat.
I never think so well; as when I don’t think at all.
