Hello again, and welcome to Frankly Speaking, my column for pretty much stuff. Well, it's that time again. Time to join me on one of my crazy misadventures. You never know how much you'll miss sleep until you don't have it. Today, I found myself laughing at the dumbest things. To makes matters worse, the semester is almost over, so I'm running low on effort, and energy when I should be exerting the most effort.

I think that Rip Van Winkle had the right idea. He went up on top of a mountain, bowled with a bunch of magical elves, drank himself silly, and fell asleep for forty years. I could use some of that sleep. Can you imagine how refreshed he must have felt when waking up? If I tried to sleep that long, people would wake me up, and remind me about my responsibilities.

Of course the urge to sleep for extended periods of time is reflected in nature. Observe the bear, and even small mammals that can't fly away from the cold (lousy birds, can't share their wing technology with mammals, I bet they think they're better than us). They hibernate for almost four months out of the year. Of course, "hibernate" is just a fancy way of saying sleep. I wonder how much longer the human race would live if they hibernated during the winter. Nothing calms a person better than sleep, so imagine how much good four months of sleep would be on our nerves.