Wake-up Call
Last month I borrowed the first season of Lost on DVD from my friend, HollaAtYoBoy. If you haven't seen it, this is possibly the greatest season of television ever (with the exception of every season of Seinfeld and the first two of 24). At 1:00 AM I decided that no matter how late it got, I was going to watch the final four episodes. It ended at 5:00 AM, at which point I went straight to bed. On my way upstairs I passed my dad, who was getting ready for work. He had a What the fuck is this? look on his face.
"Were you sleeping?" he asked.
"No, I was watching Lost. I'm going to sleep now. See you tomorrow...or later...or whatever."
I almost never stay up that late. However, my friend Hamburgers goes to sleep between 4-6 AM every day. Back in college, he struggled to make his late afternoon classes. In the winter months, he'll go days without seeing the sun. "Sometimes I wake-up not knowing if it's morning or night," he told me.
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