I never get enough sleep. Six hours a day max, usually. There'll be times I'm falling asleep during the middle of the day, thinking to myself, "wow, I must be a borderline narcoleptic, always tired during the day." But, as I sit here, typing at 6:36 in the morning, after having gotten only slightly more than five hours sleep, I realize it's not that I'm narcoleptic, it's that my body spends most days trying to sneak in the sleep that it was denied during the night.
Frankly, I can't remember the last time I slept more than, oh, seven hours. Just too much to do in the day. Never enough time, as it were.
I remember meeting a girl in college who slept only two hours a night. That there sounds like some kind of super power. I do that, I wake up a gibbering idiot.
So, really, I hate sleep, and resent having to do it every day. My body can kiss my ass.