Dear Sleep,

I'm starting to learn that I perhaps don't need quite as much of you as I once thought (though I do pobably need more than I've been getting lately).  This is good - it opens up hours of my day for more actively productive things, like interacting with other people.  I suppose I could interact with other people while I sleep, in the form of dreams, but that's not quite as satisfying as doing it awake.  I still love you, sleep, and I have no doubt that we will remain great friends.  But for now, I'm happy to occasionally replace a few hours you a night with pursuits that require consciousness. 

No love lost,

me