Joys of no sleep

Thanks to my sleep disorder, today was a day that sort of wasn't. I'm headed back into a cycle of sleeping in a twilight for about 18 hours a day, not my favorite kind of phase, but oh well. I think the strangest thing about having this disorder is hearing other people's reactions. When I was telling someone about my days when I never really wake up, they said, "That'd be so great, to sleep for 18-20 hours."

Huh? Sorry to be judgmental, but that's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard. I guess people have a hard time comprehending that with a disorder, you don't spend 18-20 hours resting and catching up on sleep. You just spend it in a suspended state, unable to function. Worse, if someone thinks they need 20 hours of catch up sleep, they've got life priority issues. Some of us would do anything for an hour of quality sleep. There's nothing more frustrating than watching people who have quality sleep every night mutter about how they can't take the time to experience it to the point where they build up a 20 hour deficit.

Since I'm not sure when I'll get to sleep, or whatever related state, tonight, I'll fiddle around with short story ideas. I'm waiting to hear back from Covenant on whether or not they'd be theoretically interested in the book proposal I sent them. I was told I'd hear last week or this, so I'm sincerely hoping to hear this week. Means there are no novels to write today!