The Great Sleep Offensive

Dear HeySpace,

Here to say the Great Sleep Offensive has been seen and contended. Indeed, with all manner of inane ambition, I thought myself privy to never sleep again! And how horrible it would have been if I should have won such a battle. Yes, indeed, I was again a child who skirted and scounced bedtime with all manners of excuse and deferral. Having oh so much fun building blocks and hearing stories, I wouldn't dare give up such a flight for rest! But like Icarus with wings, moth to flame, too close to the sun did he fly, and oh, my, my, my, how scorned! Yes, indeed, after about 62 hours sitting in place at my desk did my feet begin to grow hard as stone and most liable to shatter. I had to flee the room leaving my pants behind in a pile on the ground as some iridescent scarab marched across the carpet. Oh, in the bed once again, I was a child, teary eyed and warming, after the great offensive proved infallible to their inane ambitions. But oh! How delightful a time, and how only for a lack of balance it proved weary. Indeed, as I wake, and as I pray, the Great Sleep Offensive rages on, even in sleep, for I know what spoils are to be sewn, and now therein what vicissitude, and must muster the strength to hold the balance. Only a pyrrhic victory in a war most atrittious, and then again all spoils best kept from spoiling. Is it not the most transient, priceless joy?! Oh, for covet to be the only folly, of time, and to sweet sleep for no less than a good eight hours a night shall I go.

Best regards,