Sleep... now in pill form!

Scientists are working on a drug that would allow the human body to function with only two hours of sleep a night.

Cool! This means we could all work even more hours! We could sacrifice even more of our lives to our corporate paymasters! No more piddling 40/50 hour weeks at the office - 100 hours a week minimum!

Two hours sleep a night. Two measly fucking hours? No thank you very much; I'll stick with my eight hours. Oh, but think of all the extra spare time you would have to do the fun stuff you don't have time to do now, I hear you cry. Who are you kidding? If we could survive on two paltry hours of sleep a night, how long do you think it would take employers to demand more hours from their workers? Why do you think there are scientists developing such drugs in the first place? Who do you think is paying them to develop these drugs? The Salvation Army?

No, we are all expected to dedicate more and more hours to earning a crust. The pensions going down the shitter, nobody will be able to afford to retire at 60 or 65. It is now accepted that most people will have to work well into their 70s in order to maintain a decent quality of life in their twilight years... assuming that they don't drop dead on the job.

Thinking about all this today, it struck me that, even though I work fucking hard for 45 hours a week, my current earnings mean that I will never be able to afford to buy my own home and I will never be able to retire. I will have to work until I am dead with no hope of a well earned rest at the end of it all.

So what is the point? Realy: what is the fucking point? The panic has been building, building over the last year. I'm going to be 31 years old in a month. I need to do something. I've been needing to do something for years. But what? What should I do? What the fuck should I do? I don't know. I just don't fucking know how to spare myself from a pointless and miserable existence of low paid paper-pushing until I keel over.

I don't know how to make it better.