Sleep = Waste?

This morning I wanted to get up early. It failed fantastically, but perhaps if I keep at it a breakthrough is inevitable. Sleeping in is okay for hangovers on weekends or weekdays tainted with illness, but come on. In bed this morning, the news droned on over the radio and the awfulness of the globs pourede into our little room. Yesterday I made new curtains that block out all of the light, a move I thought was smart until this cool box of artificial dimness sucked me in. People are out and about--working, exercising, dressing kids for school, greeting the world with eagerness and dread--and I'm in bed, wasting away in the fruitless luxury of half-sleep.