At college, I was assigned three roommates who were all hardcore study addicts. They kept the lights on and studied late into the night every day.
Their constant disruptions left me so sleep-deprived that I finally dropped dead one morning before my eight o’clock class.
But somehow, I was reborn, and one hour of sleep for me was worth five hours for anyone else.
All right, then. I’ll stay up with them to my heart’s content.
