I used to need minimum of eight hours sleep - preferably more. But over recent times, I seem to have trained my body to think that six or seven hours is perfectly fine and functionable, and moreover, that I should go to sleep at night and wake up in the morning. It's quite a revolution for me. I love my sleep. I have epic lie-ins. I have spent weeks in a row with not a glimpse of a Saturday morning. I've always been like this. My mum used to have to wake me up on Christmas mornings, because she was impatiently waiting for my brother and I to open our stockings. 

I'm also a night owl - left to my own devices, I quickly gravitate to being awake until 3 or 4am, and then sleeping until gone noon (which is great for when I have Redial chats - which reminds me, I must post a reminder about the one tomorrow). My school years feel like a bit of a daze, because I wasn't really awake for half the day. But now, my body is (mostly) complying with the work routine. Why it should have finallly kicked in after all these years, I don't know, but it does make life easier. 

On the other hand, I don't like that I've become this responsible, this compliant about How Things Have To Be. It's very depressing. :)