For the past week or so, I’ve been waking up — regardless of what time I go to sleep — at sometime between 5 and 6 am. I’m tired, but I’ve slept enough off that I’m wired and can’t get back to sleep. If I do stuff for about an hour, maybe two, I work off some of that nervous energy and can go back to sleep (thus this post).
See, I’m big on sleep. I love it, and it loves me back. I’m an 8 hours guy, every night, maybe 10 or 12 once on the weekend. Sure, I can do less and feel fine if there’s a reason — but for hundreds of thousands of years, if not longer, our ancestors have been sleeping more than 8 hours a day, with the exception of a few days around harvest time. It’s what my body’s evolved for, why should I deny it?
So not getting sleep — and particularly, waking up when I’m specifically planning to be sleeping — is annoying. And then I need to sleep in later, because otherwise I’ll be tired all day long and fall asleep while I’m driving to my wonderful girlfriend’s, crashing my car into a tree or, if it’s a Friday night or Saturday, one of the many Hasidic Jews walking to and fro.
This morning I woke up at 6 am, after a dream about a hot new comedy variety show on Fox. You know you’ve been living in LA way too long when you dream up TV show concepts. But this one, see, it involved funny comics, customized matching New Beetles, and said comics jumping said Beetles through a ring of fire. I really think this is a can’t-miss concept.
Okay, it’s 7:30, I’ve got to find a way to get back to sleep so I can get up and go out with my friends and do important things like paying my bills.
Although, if I could turn this dream into a TV show, well, that should pay the bills pretty well, eh?