I never have enough time. To that end, I have fought sleeping for over 20 years, sometimes successfully, but mostly not. I call sleep the living death, stealer of my life. I love night, and how I feel in it. I also love the cleanliness of dawn, how work accomplished in the early morning after it seems to be much more fruitful than a slow magical night of striving. I want it all, but alas my body only allows some.