Other side of the spectrum, Depression: the wax is asbestos, and the wick is steel wire.
My mother has said of my brother and I since we were born. “He isn’t satisfied burning the candle at both ends, he also takes a blowtorch to the middle.”
My brother and I still sleep only 4 hours a night in our 40s
How the fuck? 3 nights of not enough sleep and I want to kill myself and anyone who stands in the way of me getting some sleep.
How old are you in human years?
I’m 44, he’s 41
I would’ve thought that you were twins and thought that 8 hours of sleep meant for both of you together.
Not that I get 8 hours of sleep, mind you
Ahh, I see the confusion, lol. No we just seem not to need any more sleep than that, much to my mother’s dismay. She needs 7-8 hours a night.
What other years might they have interpreted without the qualification?
Therapists: “Don’t burn the candle at both ends.”
Me, a Chinese-made festival sparkler
This, but current situation has no wax and the wick is actually detcord.
Me: Throw the candle into a fire
Well, I’m a hard, hard working man.
I put it all on the line for a piece of the promise land.
