About four hours ago I was standing around a raging fire hanging out, BSing, and drinking many beers with my cousins. That makes two nights/mornings in a row that I stayed up past 3am. I actually feel fine despite the lack of sleep. I'll sleep when I'm dead as they say.
But that's not really the case with me. I usually can't survive on less that seven hours of sleep. I'm not a kid anymore. But for some reason, down here at camp, I don't seem to need as much sleep.
Let me rephrase that: I can function on much less sleep at camp than back home.
Maybe it's because we're up on top of a hill and the air is thinner. Maybe it's because this is my vacation and I don't want to miss anything. Or maybe I'm just fooling myself and by the time I get back to reality, I'll crash hard and make up all the sleep my body needs.
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