Just back from vacation, and my sleep depravation is over… no, not sleep deprived, sleep depraved…
A fun exchange with a colleague:
Colleague: so how was your vacation?
Me talks a bit about it and mentions sleep.
Colleague: so, how bad is it?
Me: I went to bed at ten and woke up at five.
Colleague looks confused.
Me: ten in the morning and five in the afternoon.
Why sleep depraved/deprived/de-whatever?
No clue. Because sleep hates me? And I hate it right back?
Maybe because I was born four in the afternoon… but it’s more likely that I was born in the afternoon because my sleep cycle has always been in disarrary…