insommia and procrastination, like peas and carrots

i have never really enjoyed sleeping. when i was little, going to bed was a prolonged battle, dads 5am alarm was an excuse to escape my linen shackles, and naptime might as well have been the apocalypse. as i got older, admittedly, i learned to appreciate the precious nine minutes afforded me by the snooze button and even the value of a mid-day nap. still, i have yet to embrace the concept of sun down, lights out, eyes shut.

as the clock ticks toward monday morning, my reluctance to sleep only increases. in closing my eyes, i close a day with which i was not quite finished. i speed my own departure by wasting hours in bed. not that sleep is entirely worthless, but i have to admit: its tough to bargain for more time while unconscious.