I hate sleep these days. I just wake up feeling a bit more depressed, and realizing it leaves less and less time to deal with an ever increasing supply of life's daily annoyances to deal with. Then it's time to sleep again, realizing I have somehow accomplished little to nothing of personal meaning or value. Lather, rinse, repeat, question basic sanity. This is madness, and definitely not Sparta. Oh wait, here comes the big black cloud of slings and arrows. Maybe it is Sparta, right at the end of that movie. Where did all the interesting bits go? I blinked.