What's Sleep?

So lately work has been doing this hilarious thing where they decide to schedule me to work until oh...I don't know...eleven p.m. and then have me scheduled to come back in at 9 a.m. the following morning. Being an insomniac to begin with, I can't actually just go home and go straight to bed. I have to go home, read something, edit something, waste a large portion of my life on Facebook/Twitter/Deviantart/whatever other social network exis- oh! Blogger. And then unwind with some more time wasting. And then maybe write something. 

And then maybe STILL not go to sleep.

Tonight is one of those night's so I've decided to just not sleep (you know, the sort of decision reasonable human beings make).  I figured, "hey, I did this ALL the time in high school. It'll be a breeze." Only now it is almost 7 a.m. and I'm getting sleepy. Going to bed at this point is CLEARLY a trap but staying awake an downing a half-dozen cans of Coke Zero probably doesn't bode well either. 


"And while I ponder about sleeping 
Or not sleeping, 
That lovely nine hour shift 
Just keeps on a'creeping,"


Ah rhymes. How I write thee by accident.


Anyway, I'm off to go look up how many energy drinks it is safe to consume in a twenty-four hour period. 


Bai now. 


("Hey E, how long did you spend looking for a picture of your favorite sort of Monster and then tinkering with the margins to make it look right, only to fail miserably?"


ANSWER: TOO LONG)