Sleep

You know what drives me nuts? Sleep. Not lack of it nor too much. Last night I was really tired, falling asleep while watching Monster, Inc. (which was pretty good by the way -- I'll post a review at some point) and finally hit the sack at 10:30, after The Simpsons (Marge gets a bowling ball for her birthday. Oldie but goodie.). Two minutes into bed and I'm sawing logs. I get up once to hit the can -- the revenge of Papa John's new Chicken Alfredo pizza (which was fantastic) but besides that I sleep until 7am. Now, thats around eight and a half hours. Probably closer to eight hours total right? And what happens?

I'm still fucking tired.

Eight hours. I should feel like a king. I should be ready to take on the world. Instead I want to grab 40 at my desk. My coworker tells me that sleep is like a drug: the more you get the more you want. I'm thinking that that is a load of crap. Sure, oversleep and you feel tired. But oversleeping is like ten or twelve hours, not eight.

I need to get more exercise. I've heard that exercise increases energy (which is odd because it expends it). Of course at this rate, any exercise is "more" so I suppose I should say that I need to get some exercise. I want to run a half marathon by this fall. Which would imply that I should start running. I looked up sloth in the dictionary and saw my picture, only I wasn't in it because I couldn't bother to show up for the shooting. I was going to look up lazy but that was too much effort.

I need a nap. I'm cranky.