Hell no. I could see taking it on occasion for a hard deadline or whatever, but never sleeping again would be torturous. Besides the fact that I consider sleeping to be a pleasure, I just don’t see how people can justify giving up sleep by saying they need more time. Everyone who ever lived had to sleep, even the ones who got a lot of amazing things done in their life. Yeah, I might be able to get a bit more done if I didn’t sleep, but chances are, if I suck at prioritizing the time I have now, what makes having more time any better?
I could give up some of my time watching TV or whatever to get more done, but if it were THAT important to me, I’d make time for it as it is. As I’ve found, when I’ve had lots of time, particularly when I’ve had difficulty sleeping, that extra time doesn’t suddenly get filled with productivity, most of it gets wasted. After all, even if I could suddenly make use of that extra time better than I do with the time I have now, I’ll still get tired, clearly not in the sense of needing sleep, but just in getting sick of doing whatever I’m doing.
What I strongly suspect would end up happening is I’d have pretty much just as much time as I do now for the things I want to do, except I’d now have a few more hours in the day I need to fill with some other activity. Yeah, maybe a little of it would be somewhat productive by picking up a new hobby or whatever but, again, if it were something I wanted to do, I’d make it happen now. So I suspect most of it would be pretty boring after I got through the first couple weeks or so and had caught up on films I hadn’t seen, books I hadn’t read, etc. Chances are, after seeing how it all shakes out, I could carve out 6-8 hours of that new schedule of stuff that isn’t that important.
So, if I’m going to need to take breaks from work and from my other interests and hobbies, or if there’s still a few hours of time I’m just filling because it’s there, why not spend some of that time sleeping? Again, not only is it one of life’s greatest pleasures, there’s also dreams. It’s like a wonderful reset button, where a miserable day can just be separated from the next, and each morning is it’s own fresh start. If anything, I regret that I have too much to do and it’s difficult to carve out as much time as I’d like for sleep, though that’s more a function of how the world wants to make me stay awake all day and sleep just at night rather than in two or three chunks through the day.