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.

Colleague: shit!

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…