the gods

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I’m not even going to joke about the gods any more. They clearly regard my ambitions to master sleep as akin to donning wings and taking aim at the sun, and every time I speak out loud about those ambitions they smite me. Pride, apparently, really does goeth before a fall, and seeing as the falls that I’m having don’t actually result in anyone losing consciousness, the divine smackdowns for prideful reporting of sleep victories are getting kind of frustrating.

That said, f*ck the gods. Keep reading…

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Praise The Sleep Gods And Pass The Cookies

December 3, 2009

OH SWEET LORD HE SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT. (please gods don’t smite me for celebrating this. please please please and thank you.)

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