I’m a Writer, and writers can function just fine on no sleep, fang you very much. I’ve had thirteen cups of coffee in twelve hours, which some would say is unhealthy, but I’ve written eight thousand words in tbat time, so fuck those know-alls in the ear. My stomach is rumbling and the dog hasn’t peed since yesterday (makes two of us) but I’ll take productive over well any day. The stuff that’s been pouring out of me is pure genius; the bespectacled pixie sitting on top of my monitor says so.