Sleep.

I sleep a lot. That's the short version of this post. If you don't want to read about my problems, don't read this post.

It's not that I want to, though I do enjoy sleeping, but constantly feel the need to. Even now, when I'm going to bed at a time one might even call respectable (which is, again, against my will) I'm still tired the next day at eightish. I really don't know what's causing it. I've been fully grown for a long time, but back when I was younger, say around sixteen, I had a similar problem for a while when I was growing/going to bed at the time even a vampire would cringe at.  But now it's just happening. I guess it's my body trying to tell me I'm doing something wrong but I'll be damned if I know what it is. My friend, who shall from now on be known as Jester, thought perhaps it was either too much stress or none at all. I'm not sure I agree, but I will admit a lot of things can stress me out.

In any case, it's pissing me off. I think I'm just going to go stock up on red bull and espressos and blitz the tiredness out of existence, then let it laugh as the crash comes. That seems to be the plan.

ADDENDUM: Another great thought by the Jester -- I am actually attempting hibernation through the winter.


I fucking hate winter.