I've been reading Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell, I will probably mention this quite often. It only takes about 10,000 hours to become a genius at anything and contrary to popular belief, you need to be both lucky and good.
When I'm tired my eyes don't get heavy they get sore. I've got fatigue deposits all over the inside of my right eyeball. All the masters spend hours dedicating their lives to their monomaniacal passion. I'm thinking I'm going to spend 1/3 of my life doing this. I think I've found my bliss. There's nothing like sleeping off a good headache or even a bad one.
I will sleep where ever and whenever I want. When people ask what I do for a living this will be my answer (I was recently 'let go' by my former employer). I think I've stumbled on something here. I really have. Still this doesn't really separate me from the majority of the human race. If everyone can do it, it looses some of its gloss. I suppose I'll need to continue my search for genius elsewhere. As for now I'm going to sleep. Dream easy boys and girls.
