His insomnia was so bad, he couldn't sleep during office hours.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I couldn't sit in a chair in an office all day.
He would use amphetamines to stay awake because he would have late night maneuvers that would go way into the early morning hours and he was given pills to stay up for the long hours.
For me, insomnia was something ordinary, and it came and went for ordinary reasons.
I was quite an insomniac. I rarely slept as a child. Having God to talk to at night was nice.
Nobody ever worked as hard as my father. My father averaged maybe four hours of sleep at night, and when you're a kid, you don't realize that. The man was tired. He was tired.
I start work at 5 in the morning and I have a wicked insomnia problem.
My father was sleepless most of his life. So by the age of five, I was awake with him all night long, watching bad television or we'd lie in the same bed, and I'd read my comic books while he read his latest spy or mystery novel.
Couldn't start the morning without caffeine.
The great 'New York Times' columnist Dave Anderson famously slept one year in a child's race-car bed. There he was, Pulitzer Prize and all, snoring as his feet dangled over the rear tires of Lightning McQueen.
Insomniacs tend to fall into two general categories - those who give up and those who don't. I don't. I refuse to admit defeat by turning on the light. I will not try to read or watch a movie, thank you. Productivity is a crutch of the weak.