“…To sleep- perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come…”
the weekend was spent musing over the sleep debt i have accrued. a busy brain? too many ideas? masochistic tendencies?
sleep deprivation is a well-known form of torture. why don’t i just lie down and close my eyes?
perhaps it is a prominent characteristic flaw in each perfectionist; to refrain from attempt if there is a fear of doing it well…