I fucking hate sleeping. It is the worst thing in the entire world, worse than puppies being shoved into wood chippers. I dread sleep. As the day grows long, I start to feel anxious about what is to come. It must happen, do not do so would result in my biological demise. To avoid death I must sleep. So I get in bed, close my eyes, and fall asleep, and then it is morning. And the next day begins, which will end in this horrifying sequence of events. I have no trouble getting to sleep, I just hate it with a passion. I dream of a time when we have engineered a way for people to avoid having to sleep.

What do?