I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m telling you, this nosferatu thing is strictly for the younger generations. I remember when staying up all night was an achievement… these days, it’s a disaster. And let’s not even think about going out and baying at the moon; howling is many things, but beautiful music ain’t one of them.
(pause)
Besides, my hair is never perfect, tanjit.
Moe
Creature of the night.
Creature of the ni-hight.
Creature of the night?
Creature oooof the niiiiight!
Ceatuh, of the night….
Creature of the night! (Gasp!)
Eight hours sleep in every 24. Doesn’t matter a lot when I get them, but I have to have them – if I cut down to five or six hours, I surely begin to notice it fast. Coffee is only temporary help.
Dammit, I remember when I used to be able to stay up for 36 hours without more sleep than a couple of catnaps.
Of course, I’d feel like crap… but I could.
Growing old sucks.
Heh. Sleep. What a quaint concept.
Really, 2-4 hours is all it takes. The resulting eventual madness is a small price to pay.
Sometimes I think I could sleep for ten, eat for two, sleep for ten, eat for two…
nagoya ryan, are you sure you’re not a cat trapped in a human’s body?
Sleep. What a quaint… oh, sorry.
Since no one else has said it:
Owooooooooooo!
Little old lady got mutilated late last night?
Sleep. What a quaint….