Stay awake, don't nod and dream.

Uh, well, my eyes are tired. I've got chapped hands, a few paper cuts, and a swelled brain from the ridiculous amount of information shoved in it over the past four days. I'm ready for a nap. A nice, cozy nap.

Sometimes I wonder what God thinks of sleep. Obviously it's necessary for our survival, but we sleep so much. And it feels so good to sleep. Why?

Half of our lives are spent in dreamland. Seems like so much time wasted... not like we're self-sacrificing to begin with, but you'd think we could be doing an insane amount of good in those hours.