Sure I do shit.
And mostly shit gets done.

But all I really want to do (besides zoom zoom) is sleep.

My name is Peter Keiller and I am a functioning sleep-o-something.

I get up around seven
Get outta bed around nine
And I don’t worry about nothin’ no
Cause worryin’s a waste of my, time

Not just any olde sleep will do.
Not any more.
In fact, I no longer really care that much for sleep-type sleeping.

Night sleeping is all but a thing of the past.

I want naps.
Repeated and frequent.
Short intervals (60 minutes or less) of controlled dark.

Rather than resist.
I’ve allowed myself this indulgence.
With a side of justification.

My logic, more rather hopes, being that’d I’d be all the more productive for it.

I used ta do a little but a little wouldn’t do
So the little got more and more
I just keep tryin’ ta get a little better
Said a little better than before
I used ta do a little but a little wouldn’t do
So the little got more and more
I just keep tryin’ ta get a little better
Said a little better than before

When the nap is done, when that alarm wails.
I get up, promptly, without a whimper or complaint.
I am, once again, excited and refreshed.

On the surface it would appear a well disciplined break.
That I am not at all addicted to sleep.

It’s true, by all superficial definition, these naps are effective.
I could quit at any time.

Breaking free of one nap.  Beginning anew.  Attacking the day (many times) with a keen and renewed energy.
That’s not the whole truth.
This newfound focus isn’t what it should be.
I’m energized exclusively for the purpose of accomplishing something of self-note. Anything at all that might serve as justification for another nap.

One more I say.  I deserve it.
Then, I’ll get some real shit done.

Now I get up around whenever
I used ta get up on time
But that old man he’s a real motherfucker
Gonna kick him on down the line

Having said that, exposed and confided, I feel better.
I feel like I’ve really done something today.

And that, is all I needed to do.
Hold my calls.

Sincerely,

Sleepy.

Comments
  • Unglued

    Anyone else miss the days when Peter used to blog about bikes?

  • Peter

    Anybody remember when shutthefuckupbarry.

  • Unglued

    Aw, sorry Peter…did my comment wake you from your nap?

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