If sleep is for the weak, I am a supremely weak human being. On days when I don’t have to be at work until 1:00, I sleep until around 11:30. I climb into bed around 10:30 or 11:00 each night, my body and mind reveling in the notion that I get to sleep the sweet sleep of an innocent human. Sleep is one of the only times I can escape from the stress, and yet even when I am asleep, my life creeps in. Nightmares are present, or my back hurts so horribly I can’t get comfortable. This is the life I have chosen. This is the pathetic life.