Too much I want to read. Too much I want to write. Too much music to listen to, friends to talk to, work to do, schoolwork to learn, places to be. I want to do it all – they’re not chores, none of them. They’re all things I want to do. Food to eat, booze to drink, shows to watch, even more books to read. It never ends. It’s not a matter of prioritizing what I want to do over what I need to do – I really, really want to do it all.

Is it a wonder I don’t like sleeping that much any more?