So after 4 days off I return to work sick. I'm battling this viscous head cold that is just making my nose run, run and run...
The upside on this is that I have just zonked out when I have returned home from work and just slept for 6 hours. I wake up around 9 or so and grab some leftovers in my fridge and then try to go back to bed. Sleep to me is a comforting drug right about now. Nothing bothers or hurts me when I'm just layed out. In some ways I think that is how I have done a descent job in the effort to stay young. Yea, sleeping for 8-10 hours a day is pretty big luxury in today's world. Just for me it's a requirement not a privilege. If I find myself going for 2 or 3 days with only 6 or so I just want to crash on the nearest couch and take a cat nap. I know this is not normal or typical of people today. Does it give me a complex of being lazy of some sort? Yes, but at the same time a good solid sleep on a dreary, rainy, chilly day like today for 8 hours is like a good weed buzz.

Then again I have always felt like it's a coping thing. Just like the old Ben Folds Five song "Narcolepsy" I just can't post lyrics, for some reason I just can't stand it when people do it.

To sum up this post, I feel great when I get some killer sleep but feel quite guilty in doing so.