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.

Anyone else miss the days when Peter used to blog about bikes?
Anybody remember when shutthefuckupbarry.
Aw, sorry Peter…did my comment wake you from your nap?