I have been living by the motto, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” a lot lately. I mostly use it when I think I might be too tired for an adventure of some kind and I don’t ever want to look back on an adventure missed and realize that all I was doing instead was enjoying a bit of slumber. Lame. Sleeping gives me few stories to tell (except about my frequent dreams about the zombie apocalypse) and life is made for adventures. Dum Vivimus Vivamus!
It appears that I am not the only one with this motto. Yesterday on my drive back from Dallas, I heard at least five different songs reference saving sleep for the more eternal time. There was also an article in the Huffington Post last week about how incredibly unhealthy this kind of motto is (but how everyone is still living by it). I read that article and recognized that it brought some plausible heath issues, but I couldn’t help think that the author was just bitter because she’d missed out on a lot of adventures and was feeling left out.