Terrible Idea: My Sleeping Pattern

My sleeping pattern is bizarre.  If you can even call it a 'pattern.'  Here is a normal day, just working on some homework, porn, whatever...

 Time passes, as it does.  And for no reason, I decide to stay up until it's that time that doesn't really have a name.  Like...it's so late that it could be early.  I say "the ass crack of dawn," some just say "early" or "late."  Idk...it's up to you.  Fielder's choice.

So, eventually I go to bed.  Wake up.  Go about my day.  But you can just tell things are different for me compared to the normal sleeper.

It really wouldn't bother me if it didn't change certain aspects of my life.  Clearly, I don't get enough sleep, so eventually things become funnier than they would be to a normal person.  Almost as if I'm intoxicated with sleep deprivation.

But I am not laughing for long.  Soon my brain starts to fail.  I cannot remember simple things.  I cannot communicate.  I cannot do two things at once.

 So, I forget about assignments, test, papers, projects, my name and my phone number.  My grades begin suffer.  They slip out from under my control.  They panic.

 Utter.  Chaos.


My life is now crumbling.  I become so stressed.  Nothing is going right.


I can no longer sleep.  I can't dream.  There is only one explanation...

 ...cue music.

I can sleep when I'm dead.