I love sleeping. If there were an Olympic Sleeping team, I would be a gold medalist. It knits up the raveled sleeve of care. “Sleep is death without the responsibility,” as Fran Leibowitz said.
Sunny von Bulow is my role model.
Can’t wait to go home, so’s I can curl up in my big old bed on my big old pillows with my big old cats and neck with Morpheus.
Any other world-class Sleepers here?
So. You’re the one taking all my sleep!! I’ve always wondered why I got such terrible insomnia.
I love sleep too. But my boyfriend has a tendancy to set the alarm for ridiculous hours and wake us up - so he can watch cartoons! What 18 year old gets up early to watch cartoons?! Oh well, I love him anyway…
You’ll have serious competition for that gold medal. Sleeping is my hobby. I’m one of those people who fall asleep the minute my head hits the pillow, but I’m extra lucky that I don’t have to be in bed to fall asleep. I can sleep anywhere and in any position.
Oh, yeah?
Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night just so I can go to sleep again!
Sweet, sweet, sleep. I love Saturday mornings because I can doze, the light sleep where the dreams are still vivid. And I love waking up slowly to the smell of coffee and my partner’s warm body.
Usually, though, I wake to the sound of a cat horking a hairball. World’s best random alarm clock.
Mr. Kalhoun and I frequently set the alarm for 4:30 am on Saturday or Sunday so we can wake up confused, realize it’s the weekend, and go back to bed for a few. Although sometimes we stay up. Old people and their erratic sleep patterns. Bah!
What’s this waking up thing you speak of? I won’t even wake up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. I like my sleep so much that I just hold it until the morning.
I also am pretty proud of the fact that I napped on a 9-passenger van with 11 people in it. Not too remarkable except it was an airport shuttle and we were dealing with NYC drivers, traffic and roads (and since you’re a NYer, I’m sure you can appreciate that feat).
Why is it that when I have to haul ass out of bed at 5 a.m. to get ready for work, all I want to do is sleep in. But, on the weekends, when I can snooze as much as I like, I’m up at 6 a.m.–7 the latest. For me, I always want the sleep I can’t have.
Another world champion sleeper here (which pisses my SO off to no end - she has trouble sleeping and when she does get to sleep dust bunnies forming wake her up).
My favorite is to go to the gym, work out hard, take a long steam, grab a shower, go home and lay down under the ceiling fan. Like they say, “I’m tired, but it is a good kin…snnnnyyyyxxxxx…snnnnnnyyyyxxxxx…”
I love to sleep - and very rarely get enough. I stayed up until one am last night surfing the SDMB…stumbled out of bed at seven am. I’m on my 10th Diet Coke. So, Grace, if we get to meet for lunch in Las Colinas this week, you’ll know me by the dark circles under my eyes.
My idea of heaven would be to sleep 10 hours a night…
My boss once asked me how I spent my spare time.
I told him, “Asleep.”
In those days it was quite true.
These days I sleep when the mood strikes, or when the lids keep getting in the way. Random hours for random lengths of time. I guess I could sleep longer than six hours at a go but haven’t in a while.
I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in quite a while. In fact, the last three nights have been the pits. I’m so tired, I’m dizzy.
Tonight I’m popping a sleeping pill and crashing early.
But, under normal cicrumstances, I don’t like to sleep my life away. Even when I’m up late at night, I like to be up and about before 7. If I’m in bed after 8, I feel as if I’ve wasted most of the day. Just give me my uninterrupted 7 or 8 hours, and I’m good to go.
Who knew I was livin’ behind the Pearly Gates?
I thought that I could give Eve a run for the Sleepy Sleep Crown, until I read some of the other posts here. For example, unless I’m ill or have recently returned from a vacation (which always wear me right down to a little brown nub), I can’t sleep past the double digits in the mornings. But I’m still a contender, dammit (in Reality TV terms I’d probably be eliminated in, like, the 4th or 5th episode)!
Sometimes when I get in bed I start inadvertently moaning, "Mmmmmmmmmm . . . MMMMMMMMMM . . . " out loud.
I take a nap every day (used to be 2 hours, but since I got dogs I’ve cut it down to about an hour, and hour and 15) after work, and still go to bed by 9:00.
And my #1 reason for not wanting kids is that I might have to give up my naps if I did.
One of the myriad of side-effects to my medication is that I’m sleepy most of the time. Sit still too long, and I’m out!
I’ve tried to figure out how much sleep I need now, as opposed to how much sleep I get. Go to bed when I’m tired, wake up naturally (no alarm) - comes to about 10 hours a night. Which is just not an option right now, without giving up something like my job or bathing.
Right now, I’d cause bodily harm to whomever my supervisor chooses, just if he’d let me take a nap.
I love love love to sleep.
I love sleeping, I love napping, I love it all. On the couch? Sure! Under the covers? Great!
Sleep is one thing I hate to compromise on. And I rarely do. I’m definitely a well rested gal.
I’d ditch the bathing–you’ll need the job to afford nice fluffy pillows, down comforters, and high thread-count sheets.
Besides, if you give up bathing, pretty soon you can nap all you want at work–nobody’s going to want to come close enough to wake you up. 
Oh, man, I LOVE to sleep. I can sleep anywhere, anytime. I also can fall asleep the minute my head hits the pillow.
I sleep very heavily and don’t remember dreams very often. I often say I sleep like the dead, and I’m not kidding. If it wasn’t for my snoring, you’d think I was in a coma. I can sleep through anything, including fire and ambulance sirens outside my window.
I spend my whole weekend asleep, to my sister’s disgust. I get up around two in the afternoon, go downstairs and sleep on the sofa.
My personal best is 14 straight hours. I will confess to having gotten up to pee maybe two or three times during that, but I will maintain that I was not awake while doing it. My sister finally came and kicked me out of bed at 4:00pm.
So I feel pretty confident that I could give you a run for your money in the sleep department.
:Defensively, she posts:: I wouldn’t need so much sleep if I wasn’t a night owl trapped in a Lark world. I don’t come alive until 5:00pm, and am happily bopping around in the wee hours of the morning. The only way I like seeing the sun rise is on my way to bed. Having to force myself to go to bed at 10:00 or 11:00p, just when I’m ready to party, is really hard to do. So I end up extremely sleep-deprived by the end of the week. If I could set my own schedule, I really only need about 9 hours of sleep a night.
I love sleeping too! But I succumb to the guilt forced upon my by society for my hobby (no surprise, recovering Catholic). Any tips on how to shield myself against the accusations of “sleeping my life away” and “wasting the best of the day” etc?
“Sleep! That’s where I’m a Viking!”
Ralph Wiggum