I sat on the couch thinking about the week I wasted in bed and in my room. "Stay here. Rot with me." Thats all I could think. This drowsiness is a murderer. I need to wake up, get up, fight it. It's like a new unbeatable cancer in my system bringing me down. Like peer pressure. I've got to live while I live. Sleep is a wonderful experience but it only goes so far. I need more, I might not always want it, but I need it.