deleriumhead: yeah... like, i'm learning new sleeping manuevers...
deleriumhead: like... advanced sleep...
dasbates: ap sleep?
dasbates: tantric sleep?
deleriumhead: Xtreme sleep?
dasbates: sleep where you do the shit you were going to do during the day so you have more time to sleep?
dasbates: laugh...
dasbates: sleep marathons?
deleriumhead: yeah, like, i'll wake up sometimes in the middle of it all, just to surprise you... and then i'll do a double roll back into sleep...
dasbates: dude. that's not even safe. do you have a spotter?
deleriumhead: no way... if i had aspotter, i wouldn't feel comfortable calling it Xtreme...
dasbates: what if the spotter was blind?
deleriumhead: d... dude... jesus...
deleriumhead: i guess if it was a blind one legged midget, then yeah, okay...
dasbates: well, yeah, that's standard practice.
deleriumhead: actually, i should maybe start getting into Xtreme awake...
deleriumhead: i'm not really sure what that entails, though...
dasbates: usually an overdose of some kind
deleriumhead: woah...

there are few things i actually have down. i thought sleep was one of them, but honestly, i'm really bad at it. i'm good at being melodramatic and idiotic. i'm good at feeling things that are unrequited. lately, i've been learning the art of the cynic. sometimes i wish someone would knock on the door and slap me in the face, telling me that i have no idea what i'm saying... not only that, but proving me wrong. lately i really long to be proven wrong.